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You're right on time But I'd talk better with a mime Smoke your cigarette and cough away the years Yours are the driest tears Please come from those on their knees Smoke your cigarettes and shoot the breeze Look at the world like a decaying work of art You keep your feelings bottled up thinking that others will just corrupt you All warped up in diamond cloth Ready for whatever Fight against a disembodied enemy Smoke your cigarette and remind yourself your better than us all It's ok we are about to fall
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Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 6:36 AM UTC
Margot
You're right on time But I'd talk better with a mime Smoke your cigarette and cough away the years Yours are the driest tears Please come from those on their knees Smoke your cigarettes and shoot the breeze Look at the world like a decaying work of art You keep your feelings bottled up thinking that others will just corrupt you All warped up in diamond cloth Ready for whatever Fight against a disembodied enemy Smoke your cigarette and remind yourself your better than us all It's ok we are about to fall
Tyler-Cobain
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Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 6:36 AM UTC
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