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Went to bed with lipstick on White pillow no more When I wake in the morning, does it tell it, my score? Anxious secrets spoken in my sleep A closed door Smears of stories, sleep talking Marked Drool and rouge Tells it raw. My eye liner Pressed the cushion What you see the next day All my visions in my dreams Black lines there I lay Open door to the soul The days makeup Accidental display Oh Ella baby She gives it away The marks say she loves him. He is. No worries for the rest of your day.
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Jun 16, 2012
Jun 16, 2012 at 7:35 AM UTC
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Went to bed with lipstick on White pillow no more When I wake in the morning, does it tell it, my score? Anxious secrets spoken in my sleep A closed door Smears of stories, sleep talking Marked Drool and rouge Tells it raw. My eye liner Pressed the cushion What you see the next day All my visions in my dreams Black lines there I lay Open door to the soul The days makeup Accidental display Oh Ella baby She gives it away The marks say she loves him. He is. No worries for the rest of your day.
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sarani-bella
Jun 16, 2012
Jun 16, 2012 at 7:35 AM UTC
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