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Sometimes, Sometimes I just don't know Buried my hands in my face, Breathing in a rhythmic flow. Kicking my heels to go home But Kansas was a place i did not go. Can't speak without defensive joke. You've been looking at a personality But in reality, you've just seen smoke Don't choke on the vapor or you'll vaporize The main disguise I hide behind. Behind the eyes that calmly sigh My mind is cranking into overdrive. I look into a mirror in a life-filled light. Hair a tangled mess, running fingers through it as I write. if I pulled the stress through dead skin cells, I'd bald tonight. I've got scars upon thars like Sneeches So Mr. Mcbean I'm looking for help I'll pay a penny to remove the roofing defects. If I seem to be speaking a bit crazy, You must not have read the pretext. If you had read me like a book And shook the cover loose I wonder what chapter I'm on with you. Surely, every book had begun I've got you rising in suspense But while I know, I'd never tell, The surprise at the end.
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May 24, 2019
May 24, 2019 at 1:32 AM UTC
Sneech
Sometimes, Sometimes I just don't know Buried my hands in my face, Breathing in a rhythmic flow. Kicking my heels to go home But Kansas was a place i did not go. Can't speak without defensive joke. You've been looking at a personality But in reality, you've just seen smoke Don't choke on the vapor or you'll vaporize The main disguise I hide behind. Behind the eyes that calmly sigh My mind is cranking into overdrive. I look into a mirror in a life-filled light. Hair a tangled mess, running fingers through it as I write. if I pulled the stress through dead skin cells, I'd bald tonight. I've got scars upon thars like Sneeches So Mr. Mcbean I'm looking for help I'll pay a penny to remove the roofing defects. If I seem to be speaking a bit crazy, You must not have read the pretext. If you had read me like a book And shook the cover loose I wonder what chapter I'm on with you. Surely, every book had begun I've got you rising in suspense But while I know, I'd never tell, The surprise at the end.
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May 24, 2019
May 24, 2019 at 1:32 AM UTC
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