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. Miranda Writes Miranda has the right to write in silence. Anything you say, she will use against you because you're moving your jaw. Come knock on the door of my friend Tom Sawyer. Especially if you cannot afford a real lawyer. I was trapped inside a rusty clock, now I'm running out of time. I'm gonna buy a tall, tall drink and rub the rim with lime. A pinch of salt, a pinch of skin, just one more step and you'll be in. These bottomless disturbances quell my quivering quill, I'm running out of time, I've no time to **** Where voracious flowers whirl with the movement of the moon, and the lyrics won't be written if I cannot find the tune. In a dreamer's deeper darkness remembering the womb's trembling throng, keeps me merely existing just to write your favorite song. A piano intoxication is like being chased by bees. The more you drink, you'll drink more. Let's go swimming in the keys. Illumination's clear, music is distressed. It's time for me to go, so, please don't be depressed. .
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Mar 11, 2010
Mar 11, 2010 at 5:52 AM UTC
~Miranda Writes
. Miranda Writes Miranda has the right to write in silence. Anything you say, she will use against you because you're moving your jaw. Come knock on the door of my friend Tom Sawyer. Especially if you cannot afford a real lawyer. I was trapped inside a rusty clock, now I'm running out of time. I'm gonna buy a tall, tall drink and rub the rim with lime. A pinch of salt, a pinch of skin, just one more step and you'll be in. These bottomless disturbances quell my quivering quill, I'm running out of time, I've no time to **** Where voracious flowers whirl with the movement of the moon, and the lyrics won't be written if I cannot find the tune. In a dreamer's deeper darkness remembering the womb's trembling throng, keeps me merely existing just to write your favorite song. A piano intoxication is like being chased by bees. The more you drink, you'll drink more. Let's go swimming in the keys. Illumination's clear, music is distressed. It's time for me to go, so, please don't be depressed. .
redbarchettadrive
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Mar 11, 2010
Mar 11, 2010 at 5:52 AM UTC
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