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I hear you're going through a rough time Returning to your roots, watching life pass by Endorsing your own importance, until the last of july So they'll keep you alive somehow, you'll never die Everybody wants to think, life is really fair Everybody wants to think, that they really care Wait as their smile trickles down your lilac veins Curious you are, but nothing to explain in a space of raspberry canes You're swerving in the open lane while others paint their image in chains The ones you love and the ones you need, you must neglect Journey to the savage and heady places to connect Now what you want is what you prefer to reject What you strive to become is a luminous peacock worm But you're an avian flying with what you've earned
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Jul 20, 2016
Jul 20, 2016 at 1:44 PM UTC
Anthropophia In A Bughouse
I hear you're going through a rough time Returning to your roots, watching life pass by Endorsing your own importance, until the last of july So they'll keep you alive somehow, you'll never die Everybody wants to think, life is really fair Everybody wants to think, that they really care Wait as their smile trickles down your lilac veins Curious you are, but nothing to explain in a space of raspberry canes You're swerving in the open lane while others paint their image in chains The ones you love and the ones you need, you must neglect Journey to the savage and heady places to connect Now what you want is what you prefer to reject What you strive to become is a luminous peacock worm But you're an avian flying with what you've earned
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Jul 20, 2016
Jul 20, 2016 at 1:44 PM UTC
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