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Grime All my steps will ever amount to Sopping down then the rust begins to metal And the cloud has a few skies When there's more ash than tobacco That's when you watch it singe in front of your face The odd thing? You set it And you can put it out But I laugh because well do you really want to?
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Feb 11, 2014
Feb 11, 2014 at 9:03 PM UTC
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Grime All my steps will ever amount to Sopping down then the rust begins to metal And the cloud has a few skies When there's more ash than tobacco That's when you watch it singe in front of your face The odd thing? You set it And you can put it out But I laugh because well do you really want to?
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Feb 11, 2014
Feb 11, 2014 at 9:03 PM UTC
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