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On the tip of my tongue you burned like hot coffee, With a hit of my blunt you’ve undone my lofty, made me a softy, I wont forget. Denim jacket leaning down, you’ve got room in your throat, You’ve got words in your coat, Pockets full of notes. Ink on your arms that wrap, wrap around me, Words pushing on your teeth like braces, Laces, Up your shoes that walk all around me, I won't forget. Maybe whisper it now or tell me tomorrow. Denim jacket leaning down, tippy toes to kiss your nose. You’ve made me a softy, I won’t forget. Sweet and simply say it from behind those curtains, Smoke in your nose from my fire lungs, Stain my breath with your words, Blessed syllables, I won’t forget.
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Jun 2, 2016
Jun 2, 2016 at 10:28 PM UTC
Denim Jacket Leaning Down
On the tip of my tongue you burned like hot coffee, With a hit of my blunt you’ve undone my lofty, made me a softy, I wont forget. Denim jacket leaning down, you’ve got room in your throat, You’ve got words in your coat, Pockets full of notes. Ink on your arms that wrap, wrap around me, Words pushing on your teeth like braces, Laces, Up your shoes that walk all around me, I won't forget. Maybe whisper it now or tell me tomorrow. Denim jacket leaning down, tippy toes to kiss your nose. You’ve made me a softy, I won’t forget. Sweet and simply say it from behind those curtains, Smoke in your nose from my fire lungs, Stain my breath with your words, Blessed syllables, I won’t forget.
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Jun 2, 2016
Jun 2, 2016 at 10:28 PM UTC
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