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April air her perfume a little asian lady looking at the flowers for sale towers collapse so do hands caress April air everyone's dead A father and his girls 3 and 7 getting snow cones in the heat as the workers stand and sweat smoking spanish cigarettes April air his mouth is dry pupils tiny like the midnight sky April air I smelt her perfume Watched an Asian lady look at the flowers that were for sale Lets just lay here naked lighting cigarettes like forest fires we'll fall apart in the Chimney Holding the strands of your hair on my face as we make love In a suit and tie writing down the speechless things of the sky at the church with a pistol in bed with shoes on April air her perfume I passed her by looking at the garbage bag in the tree the leaf stuck in a hubcap the women following their man I got a call from a payphone in my dream I'm over due for a dream said the girl on the other line I remember her hair was blue she was wet concrete on a summer night My beard doesnt grow Youth is at my window knocking on the glass for bubble gum and mother's smile April air the night is always Sunday In the parking lot of a supermarket looking at the City with 2 eyes April air the day is almost over She was 16 I kissed her red red lips I am a bee she is a rose April air Everyone's a fool taking walks to the woods.
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Apr 14, 2013
Apr 14, 2013 at 9:09 PM UTC
April Air
April air her perfume a little asian lady looking at the flowers for sale towers collapse so do hands caress April air everyone's dead A father and his girls 3 and 7 getting snow cones in the heat as the workers stand and sweat smoking spanish cigarettes April air his mouth is dry pupils tiny like the midnight sky April air I smelt her perfume Watched an Asian lady look at the flowers that were for sale Lets just lay here naked lighting cigarettes like forest fires we'll fall apart in the Chimney Holding the strands of your hair on my face as we make love In a suit and tie writing down the speechless things of the sky at the church with a pistol in bed with shoes on April air her perfume I passed her by looking at the garbage bag in the tree the leaf stuck in a hubcap the women following their man I got a call from a payphone in my dream I'm over due for a dream said the girl on the other line I remember her hair was blue she was wet concrete on a summer night My beard doesnt grow Youth is at my window knocking on the glass for bubble gum and mother's smile April air the night is always Sunday In the parking lot of a supermarket looking at the City with 2 eyes April air the day is almost over She was 16 I kissed her red red lips I am a bee she is a rose April air Everyone's a fool taking walks to the woods.
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Apr 14, 2013
Apr 14, 2013 at 9:09 PM UTC
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