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Underneath the rushing world our situation at a glance has yet to quietly unfurl. I am only a lonely girl who's never had a slow-song dance above the big rushing world. And you, you look like you could twirl me, and trap my heart in a trance, which has yet to slowly unfurl. On these tracks, there is a pearl among the others in a stance, underneath the rushing world. Suddenly the train stops and hurls you toward me. This is my chance. I should take it. But it unfurls, I need to say before this whirl I have not met you. In advance underneath the rushing world our love will not ever unfurl.
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Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 1:55 PM UTC
New York City
Underneath the rushing world our situation at a glance has yet to quietly unfurl. I am only a lonely girl who's never had a slow-song dance above the big rushing world. And you, you look like you could twirl me, and trap my heart in a trance, which has yet to slowly unfurl. On these tracks, there is a pearl among the others in a stance, underneath the rushing world. Suddenly the train stops and hurls you toward me. This is my chance. I should take it. But it unfurls, I need to say before this whirl I have not met you. In advance underneath the rushing world our love will not ever unfurl.
e-townsend
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Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 1:55 PM UTC
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