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You're changing seasons, babe. Giving in to the decay of Fall, oh! dormant Winter drowns. It's Spring now, and you've gone and smothered your little garden gnome. I'm nervous. Like Paris before the crash, we never saw the bootstraps coming. I am not the girl you knew. I am not the girl you knew. I am not the girl you - Touching teeth in some unfamiliar basement, you liked it, we know. And at the diner reading horoscopes, you couldn't help but drift back to some racist suitor, almost, maybe. Yes! you broke a heart beneath the bridge, and the river was there, and he almost fell in.
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Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 10:52 PM UTC
the rotten air tonight
You're changing seasons, babe. Giving in to the decay of Fall, oh! dormant Winter drowns. It's Spring now, and you've gone and smothered your little garden gnome. I'm nervous. Like Paris before the crash, we never saw the bootstraps coming. I am not the girl you knew. I am not the girl you knew. I am not the girl you - Touching teeth in some unfamiliar basement, you liked it, we know. And at the diner reading horoscopes, you couldn't help but drift back to some racist suitor, almost, maybe. Yes! you broke a heart beneath the bridge, and the river was there, and he almost fell in.
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Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 10:52 PM UTC
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