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Feb 2014
these walls i once abhorred
i was lookin' for some more
i didn't have the cure
i was sure she was a *****
only knew how to lure
she never held my cure
my cure, my cure

but cured
i'm cured
i'm sure
i'm cured
so sure, so sure

everything is dark blue now
saw this big tree, didn't know how
it grew, it grew right out the green ground
roots through the blades, i heard a strange sound
knew i was on my way, on my way to be found
and then it really happened, it pounded, it pounced
on me, on me (it jumped through me)

like a sorry holy ghost
looking for the right host
trying not to be a big boast
but when you've come to a roast
you can't help but hope for the ****** most
after all, you came here and you chose
you chose the biggest hose
everyone wants the best, i suppose
John
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John  28/M/New York
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