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&*@#!

Aeroplane,

watch me drift up in the same lame stupor

i've been in i'm in it i'm winning not grinning

i'm smiling because i've found the sunshine again

 

Not touchin' the ground i don't know how

got lost for a minute i'm back let's kick it

grown tired of the monotany it's gotten to me

in my brain creepin' up fillin' cups

so i can push it back down onto the ground

drownin' in alcohol ask for more knowin' what's comin'

but i'm like fuck it i don't feel nothin'

 

Right now i'm back up but i don't think it's luck

that got me here fucked it *****

it was my lack of fear that steered me here

be responsible not possible the night is young

where's the fun?

 

Here in my bed oh shit my head

it was all a dream? come clean

What happened?

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Oct 20, 2010
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