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The edge is what the words meant to our juvenile minds You came like a milkman of crazy like I paid you a subscription Because the married voice of our desperation may be rocka fella Don't mean we are gucci chanel postes of imatation handbags But I sit at the end of a dinner plate admiring your constant behavior And wondering how a high school misfit still views a. Past excuse as a comment for hate Might be strong and smile but worried actions equal a cold shiver A snuggie is the present warmth left by infomercials I won't say ur the crest of a ohs blue... But I still appreciate a *********** like you....
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Jun 13, 2015
Jun 13, 2015 at 6:51 AM UTC
the edge
The edge is what the words meant to our juvenile minds You came like a milkman of crazy like I paid you a subscription Because the married voice of our desperation may be rocka fella Don't mean we are gucci chanel postes of imatation handbags But I sit at the end of a dinner plate admiring your constant behavior And wondering how a high school misfit still views a. Past excuse as a comment for hate Might be strong and smile but worried actions equal a cold shiver A snuggie is the present warmth left by infomercials I won't say ur the crest of a ohs blue... But I still appreciate a *********** like you....
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Jun 13, 2015
Jun 13, 2015 at 6:51 AM UTC
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