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Further still Heat laced with wet silk Lassoing isn't so easy With hair forever unkempt and breezy Reckless, careless, tossed to the wind I close my eyes only to rise and fight again Broken through the quakes, the rubble I've got moonshine veins Laughter like bubbles I wrap you soft and sweet spun sugar boy Only to fall away, this run hiding toy You put far too much into my hints and clues I'll be your heartbreak if you'll be my muse A deal is a deal, sing it soft, dance slow I want to hear it all go down I want to be front row
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Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 5:26 PM UTC
There is No Backstage
Further still Heat laced with wet silk Lassoing isn't so easy With hair forever unkempt and breezy Reckless, careless, tossed to the wind I close my eyes only to rise and fight again Broken through the quakes, the rubble I've got moonshine veins Laughter like bubbles I wrap you soft and sweet spun sugar boy Only to fall away, this run hiding toy You put far too much into my hints and clues I'll be your heartbreak if you'll be my muse A deal is a deal, sing it soft, dance slow I want to hear it all go down I want to be front row
brook-ilges
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Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 5:26 PM UTC
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