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glued to crushed velvet i think in hues of blue tonight and wonder what you see when you stare at your ceiling in the bronx is it waterlogged and cracking? or smooth and perfectly painted in eggshell white? or maybe it's stuccoed, or patterned, or hand painted with naked angels floating about? turn on your transformers and fire up the transporter i'm coming to lay side by side to see what it is you see when you tell me you're thinking of me
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Jun 12, 2013
Jun 12, 2013 at 9:23 PM UTC
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glued to crushed velvet i think in hues of blue tonight and wonder what you see when you stare at your ceiling in the bronx is it waterlogged and cracking? or smooth and perfectly painted in eggshell white? or maybe it's stuccoed, or patterned, or hand painted with naked angels floating about? turn on your transformers and fire up the transporter i'm coming to lay side by side to see what it is you see when you tell me you're thinking of me
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Jun 12, 2013
Jun 12, 2013 at 9:23 PM UTC
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