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Whatever color Penelope's dress is today-- Life is just as absurd as high fashion. She rises, she rises, she rises up your spine Like a spider Because we like what we like for good reasons But we all know that's empty Well, not really empty but it's just what you are, So there is that, whatever that is. So it gives you this suspenseful feeling, you know, Almost like a spider creeping. Because we know it's empty. Or, whatever.
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Sep 29, 2019
Sep 29, 2019 at 4:51 AM UTC
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Whatever color Penelope's dress is today-- Life is just as absurd as high fashion. She rises, she rises, she rises up your spine Like a spider Because we like what we like for good reasons But we all know that's empty Well, not really empty but it's just what you are, So there is that, whatever that is. So it gives you this suspenseful feeling, you know, Almost like a spider creeping. Because we know it's empty. Or, whatever.
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Sep 29, 2019
Sep 29, 2019 at 4:51 AM UTC
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