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Life at Twenty

I’m twenty years old, I wanna get caked up You’re twenty years old, but all you want is to get coked up, Live it how you want it, I won’t judge And you’re a happy girl As long as you’re fed, admired, and taken to interesting places But anyone could do that for you, I want to know why you’re with me. It’s a pretty chilled afternoon, cloudless skies And the sea is so blue As blue as lapis lazuli, You’re on the hammock reading War and Peace I’m learning how to clean a shotgun My father’s working on the Peugeot There’s wet air coming in from the sea, He’s hoping the salt hasn't started rusting the chrome You’re hoping you’ll finish that book in one lifetime I’m hoping you can stay here a few more days. This This is our life right now We could all be roped up, tied up, and dead tomorrow But this This is our life right now.
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llahi-fuego
Tanzanian
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Nov 3, 2013
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