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It hurts when your made up of naked love your heart tied in fake smiles and lies, beat beat you up Sicken with desire trying to find a doctor, who'll make it all right. he'll tune you up fixed new threads that make you wet Reflections of winners masks the regret, who will guide this ship? My sails feel like they're ripped but to be honest my spring is kind of sprung I am a monster, a surfer girl on salty seas. nervous when the sun ends.
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Nov 2, 2012
Nov 2, 2012 at 10:01 PM UTC
Sail
It hurts when your made up of naked love your heart tied in fake smiles and lies, beat beat you up Sicken with desire trying to find a doctor, who'll make it all right. he'll tune you up fixed new threads that make you wet Reflections of winners masks the regret, who will guide this ship? My sails feel like they're ripped but to be honest my spring is kind of sprung I am a monster, a surfer girl on salty seas. nervous when the sun ends.
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Nov 2, 2012
Nov 2, 2012 at 10:01 PM UTC
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