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Red light blinking Hopelessly thinking This may never turn green Of all his sayings mean, Which did I love the most? Sarcastically boast I can't pick just one. I set them free Like helium balloons I stare at the sun until I can't see What it was you wanted me to be.
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Jul 13, 2013
Jul 13, 2013 at 1:02 PM UTC
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Red light blinking Hopelessly thinking This may never turn green Of all his sayings mean, Which did I love the most? Sarcastically boast I can't pick just one. I set them free Like helium balloons I stare at the sun until I can't see What it was you wanted me to be.
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Jul 13, 2013
Jul 13, 2013 at 1:02 PM UTC
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