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I'm not lying about a lack of chemistry And Though I'm pretty good at math  There is never enough time to calculate the wreckage we left behind. I drink to impress you And it doesn't quite ****** the blue ribbon And I crack my knuckles because it grosses you out But it's for the reaction. And though we smiled and played the piano on the wrong sides it was still a melodic start that boiled into the frantic. We were so drunk we couldn't climb to the roof so we jumped out the window. John Berrymore wouldve been so proud we didn't break our crowns. And I'm here now reading infront of you  Fighting back a yawn pretending it's laughter.
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Nov 23, 2012
Nov 23, 2012 at 9:33 PM UTC
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I'm not lying about a lack of chemistry And Though I'm pretty good at math  There is never enough time to calculate the wreckage we left behind. I drink to impress you And it doesn't quite ****** the blue ribbon And I crack my knuckles because it grosses you out But it's for the reaction. And though we smiled and played the piano on the wrong sides it was still a melodic start that boiled into the frantic. We were so drunk we couldn't climb to the roof so we jumped out the window. John Berrymore wouldve been so proud we didn't break our crowns. And I'm here now reading infront of you  Fighting back a yawn pretending it's laughter.
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Nov 23, 2012
Nov 23, 2012 at 9:33 PM UTC
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