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Jun 2016
You call me lavender, you call me sunshine
You tell me sweet dreams
I'm your weeping wildflower, your ice cold queen
The clouds are rolling in, the thunder makes your ears ring
You can strike the match and watch me burn with the trees
scatterbrained
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scatterbrained  24/F/somewhere around here
(24/F/somewhere around here)   
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   --- and Jim Musics
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