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Are you aware, did you know, have you been told you've got killer voice, leaving me no choice but preemptive action... Let's ensure mutual destruction of clothes; my thoughts made those illegal in a secret meeting; that security council in my head... while the heart was busy beating, doing its own thing... Captives in my cells twisted and bled out their escape plans... Excuse me, got sidetracked, what's your name again? I'm twenty-three but only if you switch the digits. For a high-functioning whatever, I must say I'm admirably sane but you pull the wrong lever, and the lyrics spill with the melody breaking the levee. So what do you do for a living? That's adorable. How are we still sitting and talking here? You thought I'd be taller; I was expecting you'd run off screaming. Let's drink to that, the small victories! Time will tell what's next if only we listen, instead of reading more text, unless we're OK with missing out. God, my thoughts do talk loud! When did your face get so near? Lips go "clink", and eyes go "Cheers!"
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Feb 2, 2017
Feb 2, 2017 at 10:19 AM UTC
The Joker's Pickup Lines (or Something)
Are you aware, did you know, have you been told you've got killer voice, leaving me no choice but preemptive action... Let's ensure mutual destruction of clothes; my thoughts made those illegal in a secret meeting; that security council in my head... while the heart was busy beating, doing its own thing... Captives in my cells twisted and bled out their escape plans... Excuse me, got sidetracked, what's your name again? I'm twenty-three but only if you switch the digits. For a high-functioning whatever, I must say I'm admirably sane but you pull the wrong lever, and the lyrics spill with the melody breaking the levee. So what do you do for a living? That's adorable. How are we still sitting and talking here? You thought I'd be taller; I was expecting you'd run off screaming. Let's drink to that, the small victories! Time will tell what's next if only we listen, instead of reading more text, unless we're OK with missing out. God, my thoughts do talk loud! When did your face get so near? Lips go "clink", and eyes go "Cheers!"
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Feb 2, 2017
Feb 2, 2017 at 10:19 AM UTC
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