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I'm tired of twisting in my days Looking for a thin straight line The Minotaur looked at me I could see the Theseus there upon his mind The labyrinth is not the same It's turned into a maze I have no more reasons now I must be on my way So the Minotaur made reservations The Mediterranean Is nice this time of year He flew tourist class With a herd of after Christmas deer Minos called and made his request Come back this instance Was his plea But the Minotaur was bullheaded about it There's more to this than you , it's me So the Minotaur stayed upon his beach Never regretting making the call Trapped inside our living labyrinth Is one maze too tall
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Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 9:23 AM UTC
Minotaur
I'm tired of twisting in my days Looking for a thin straight line The Minotaur looked at me I could see the Theseus there upon his mind The labyrinth is not the same It's turned into a maze I have no more reasons now I must be on my way So the Minotaur made reservations The Mediterranean Is nice this time of year He flew tourist class With a herd of after Christmas deer Minos called and made his request Come back this instance Was his plea But the Minotaur was bullheaded about it There's more to this than you , it's me So the Minotaur stayed upon his beach Never regretting making the call Trapped inside our living labyrinth Is one maze too tall
South-by-Southwest
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South-by-Southwest
75/M/Birmingham , Alabama
Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 9:23 AM UTC
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