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Just by the method in which you breath you create a sort of paradise for me to live in. You're just my kind of man, you're a stand up kind of guy. Now yell at me until my eyes bleed and stare at me until my ears pop. Breath life into this breathless song and breed the love until it is of pure blood. God knows I'm bad with habits. They pile up and I can't properly feed them. So try to be cool. It's funny how last Sunday, I had a full pack of cigarettes. Now, I have a nothing but the entire Joyce Manor discography . And a horrendous headache. I'm the only one who could ever have any fun but that was only when I was with you. So be cool.
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Jan 21, 2013
Jan 21, 2013 at 2:17 AM UTC
So Be Cool.
Just by the method in which you breath you create a sort of paradise for me to live in. You're just my kind of man, you're a stand up kind of guy. Now yell at me until my eyes bleed and stare at me until my ears pop. Breath life into this breathless song and breed the love until it is of pure blood. God knows I'm bad with habits. They pile up and I can't properly feed them. So try to be cool. It's funny how last Sunday, I had a full pack of cigarettes. Now, I have a nothing but the entire Joyce Manor discography . And a horrendous headache. I'm the only one who could ever have any fun but that was only when I was with you. So be cool.
jeremy-duff
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Jan 21, 2013
Jan 21, 2013 at 2:17 AM UTC
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