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Jan 2014
Everybody's like oh hey it's John
When you gonna turn your light on?
Do you have a cloud to lay on?
Where's that feather pillow you punch on?
Do you know what path you've turned on?
Oh get over it come on, come on

When the sky turns purple turns red
Nothin seems right up in my head
Fly away, leave, go, but I've already fled
What was it that day you said?
About those balloons that were made of lead?
I can't think no more in my bed

Oh well, oh well, can't do nothing bout it
Wanna climb to the roof and shout it
This door has closed ain't no doubt about it
What a pretty girl if I've ever seen it
The way she talks, my inside she burns it
Owner of my heart, never thought I'd say it
Wrote this whole I was jogging on the treadmill. Inspired by the Chili Peppers.
John
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John  28/M/New York
(28/M/New York)   
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