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November: Stop screaming forever, like I'm some storm you're going to weather, you're the one who's tethered and I'm just trying to get my life together. February: Now I'm screaming forever and wearing your words like a ******* sweater, I can read you like a letter and you want me too. April: We're screaming like we're deaf, but we're not. I've got the hots. We're flashing the lights like we're blind but somehow we don't mind. I'm a wet mess all the time. July: Just touch me and you'll see, That your fingertips were made for me, And then you'll drink me up like gin on that famous Eve. Because I think we're done screaming, I think you'll start dreaming, I think we'll forget how to lie, I think you're my Christmas in July.
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Jun 24, 2016
Jun 24, 2016 at 2:29 AM UTC
Christmas in July.
November: Stop screaming forever, like I'm some storm you're going to weather, you're the one who's tethered and I'm just trying to get my life together. February: Now I'm screaming forever and wearing your words like a ******* sweater, I can read you like a letter and you want me too. April: We're screaming like we're deaf, but we're not. I've got the hots. We're flashing the lights like we're blind but somehow we don't mind. I'm a wet mess all the time. July: Just touch me and you'll see, That your fingertips were made for me, And then you'll drink me up like gin on that famous Eve. Because I think we're done screaming, I think you'll start dreaming, I think we'll forget how to lie, I think you're my Christmas in July.
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Jun 24, 2016
Jun 24, 2016 at 2:29 AM UTC
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