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Think I'm crazy crazy crazy. What the **** is wrong with me? Nothings wrong, you make it write, When the pen runs out of ink, I run out of dreams and reasons dripping down the pages like the green paint in the sink
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Mar 11, 2010
Mar 11, 2010 at 6:55 PM UTC
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Think I'm crazy crazy crazy. What the **** is wrong with me? Nothings wrong, you make it write, When the pen runs out of ink, I run out of dreams and reasons dripping down the pages like the green paint in the sink
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Mar 11, 2010
Mar 11, 2010 at 6:55 PM UTC
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