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This may serve no purpose I don't wanna make you nervous I just wanna make you think Summer will be over before you blink You see, I am just a pile of ashes, trying to rise from the floor And you are just a magician playing with your trap doors Revolving as I'm dissolving as you're evolving Well I went searching for big bad love When a demon landed on my doorstep with a thud It told me not to worry 'bout the cosmic hierarchy My lotus flower angel's still stuck in the mud And Philomena wasn't around to catch me when I fell down So I dove into the fires of the moon's cold underground All the colors and the echoes of my dreams resided there All my superwomen and all my nightmares You casually say, let's go downtown But I'm not a free agent, I am bound By a force you could never understand So please don't take my photograph, just take my hand But I don't wanna make you nervous And I probably don't deserve this I am just trying to make you think Before this pen runs out of ink
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Jun 14, 2015
Jun 14, 2015 at 6:31 PM UTC
Revolving
This may serve no purpose I don't wanna make you nervous I just wanna make you think Summer will be over before you blink You see, I am just a pile of ashes, trying to rise from the floor And you are just a magician playing with your trap doors Revolving as I'm dissolving as you're evolving Well I went searching for big bad love When a demon landed on my doorstep with a thud It told me not to worry 'bout the cosmic hierarchy My lotus flower angel's still stuck in the mud And Philomena wasn't around to catch me when I fell down So I dove into the fires of the moon's cold underground All the colors and the echoes of my dreams resided there All my superwomen and all my nightmares You casually say, let's go downtown But I'm not a free agent, I am bound By a force you could never understand So please don't take my photograph, just take my hand But I don't wanna make you nervous And I probably don't deserve this I am just trying to make you think Before this pen runs out of ink
lucy-tonic
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Jun 14, 2015
Jun 14, 2015 at 6:31 PM UTC
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