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Sunshine on my eyebrows... I can't seem to find the door The door in the floor that leads to lovers passed The door in the floor that leads to conscience lost I never seem to find you Never seem to heal you,never hurt you From the hands of a boy I drink waters All the little boys grew into soldiers All the little girls liked them Never met them We carried woods and nails Carved our names and put hinges so the door could open, but never close I put carpet on the door The door in the floor So noone could see,noone would know of my lovers passed Of my conscience lost Sunshine on my eyebrows... I never seem to find the door Never seem to find everything I've lost...
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Aug 27, 2018
Aug 27, 2018 at 3:28 AM UTC
The door in the floor
Sunshine on my eyebrows... I can't seem to find the door The door in the floor that leads to lovers passed The door in the floor that leads to conscience lost I never seem to find you Never seem to heal you,never hurt you From the hands of a boy I drink waters All the little boys grew into soldiers All the little girls liked them Never met them We carried woods and nails Carved our names and put hinges so the door could open, but never close I put carpet on the door The door in the floor So noone could see,noone would know of my lovers passed Of my conscience lost Sunshine on my eyebrows... I never seem to find the door Never seem to find everything I've lost...
Irena
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Irena
33/F/Macedonia
Aug 27, 2018
Aug 27, 2018 at 3:28 AM UTC
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