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Fast food of love, eating, eating, eating, there's no discussion, no daydream or bright-eye'd plan, only blankets, ******* Jack rings, and plastic floating promises in a draining bathtub. The blackbirds circle and sing, while you download new ringtones, paint your nails, and screen. Once you've got the knowledge, you can't fake ignorant bliss. Once you've got the knowledge, it's no-hit-all-miss. Soften you up with promise rings, Hallmark cards, and confetti strings, the ******** frees, the ******** ease. Once you've got the knowledge, you can't fake ignorant bliss. Once you've got the knowledge, how can you love yourself? I'm under your skin, with my pen uncapped, I'm the love your mind's got on tap, as the cigarette burns, as the knives unfurl, I know, you know, that ultimately you're growing sore from the impending marital bore. So blow up the bridge, walk through the alleys, let the guilt of your heart dissolve in coffee, the time--now, as it's always been because once you've got the knowledge, you can't fake ignorant bliss. Once you've got the knowledge, there's a riotous beat in your chest.
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Aug 6, 2011
Aug 6, 2011 at 12:53 AM UTC
Regaining Ignorant Bliss
Fast food of love, eating, eating, eating, there's no discussion, no daydream or bright-eye'd plan, only blankets, ******* Jack rings, and plastic floating promises in a draining bathtub. The blackbirds circle and sing, while you download new ringtones, paint your nails, and screen. Once you've got the knowledge, you can't fake ignorant bliss. Once you've got the knowledge, it's no-hit-all-miss. Soften you up with promise rings, Hallmark cards, and confetti strings, the ******** frees, the ******** ease. Once you've got the knowledge, you can't fake ignorant bliss. Once you've got the knowledge, how can you love yourself? I'm under your skin, with my pen uncapped, I'm the love your mind's got on tap, as the cigarette burns, as the knives unfurl, I know, you know, that ultimately you're growing sore from the impending marital bore. So blow up the bridge, walk through the alleys, let the guilt of your heart dissolve in coffee, the time--now, as it's always been because once you've got the knowledge, you can't fake ignorant bliss. Once you've got the knowledge, there's a riotous beat in your chest.
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Aug 6, 2011
Aug 6, 2011 at 12:53 AM UTC
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