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I. The moment you rolled out of bed felt like an eternity Your stretching arms reached outer space And you fell into convulsions on the daisy print bed sheets II. The humming pendulum clock ticks past midnight and the only sound you can hear is the screeching of your neighbors 1999 porsche convertible III. Your sunday morning television, News at it’s finest with Kare 11 IV. Whatever time you usually wake up you probably slept through but you’re staring at the fan again and this time I don’t think Rachel is coming.
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Mar 21, 2013
Mar 21, 2013 at 8:49 PM UTC
If Paul Magers Died Last Night
I. The moment you rolled out of bed felt like an eternity Your stretching arms reached outer space And you fell into convulsions on the daisy print bed sheets II. The humming pendulum clock ticks past midnight and the only sound you can hear is the screeching of your neighbors 1999 porsche convertible III. Your sunday morning television, News at it’s finest with Kare 11 IV. Whatever time you usually wake up you probably slept through but you’re staring at the fan again and this time I don’t think Rachel is coming.
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Mar 21, 2013
Mar 21, 2013 at 8:49 PM UTC
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