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Palette is a mess, too little paint why's everyone in a contest? I'm using spit to mix mine, to make sense it's a noisy place who said ambition had to be part of this room? Crime waves its flag ever higher and crisps break inside the packet they didn't say offspring would go on such a spree of blindness hunger and misdemeanors Did it have to be via the moon spilling stolen rays like the broken words you took from my kisses only to splash on your canvass? Four wheels are split and a boy freewheels in the dying sun while we carry the spikes and hikes freaking hell, why can't fantasies live? I think the lies outgrow their skin and it's time to moult. There's a man, on a highway inside his head he won't come out, he's adamant that he's right but he won't see he's not alone He fails to see that not everyone is a monster.
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May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 12:26 PM UTC
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Palette is a mess, too little paint why's everyone in a contest? I'm using spit to mix mine, to make sense it's a noisy place who said ambition had to be part of this room? Crime waves its flag ever higher and crisps break inside the packet they didn't say offspring would go on such a spree of blindness hunger and misdemeanors Did it have to be via the moon spilling stolen rays like the broken words you took from my kisses only to splash on your canvass? Four wheels are split and a boy freewheels in the dying sun while we carry the spikes and hikes freaking hell, why can't fantasies live? I think the lies outgrow their skin and it's time to moult. There's a man, on a highway inside his head he won't come out, he's adamant that he's right but he won't see he's not alone He fails to see that not everyone is a monster.
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May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 12:26 PM UTC
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