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The words flow into the air But god **** it hurts my head And I really don't ******* care I'm thinking horrible;filled tiptop with dread Thoughts of the moon A gentle laugh Yours I suppose A lively tune Heart of desire Burning like a wild fire
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Feb 26, 2016
Feb 26, 2016 at 9:40 PM UTC
Wild Fire
The words flow into the air But god **** it hurts my head And I really don't ******* care I'm thinking horrible;filled tiptop with dread Thoughts of the moon A gentle laugh Yours I suppose A lively tune Heart of desire Burning like a wild fire
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Feb 26, 2016
Feb 26, 2016 at 9:40 PM UTC
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