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Got up to turn the pages Let up so I can burn my wages I spend time like Its money and I am a Forbes CEO Just when I think I can supersede myself the confusion begins to glow like an expected sunset on the drive home I smile at an elderly woman leaving a tacky hotel wedding in a wheelchair, cheap dress draped with an oversized man's coat It's cold in Philly And the sharp bending wind whips my soul Like a favorite eerie  movie I inevitably watch again we fight on the phone and you say it's everything that I've done I sit down with my coffee and smoke a cigarette I don't gamble with numbers - but the chances I get Far away in a jet soon to tel aviv banks' charge conversion rates for currency the door opens and closes the places my heart goes when I remember you have to say yes before you can learn to say no
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May 26, 2013
May 26, 2013 at 2:57 AM UTC
Balcony and the bar is closed
Got up to turn the pages Let up so I can burn my wages I spend time like Its money and I am a Forbes CEO Just when I think I can supersede myself the confusion begins to glow like an expected sunset on the drive home I smile at an elderly woman leaving a tacky hotel wedding in a wheelchair, cheap dress draped with an oversized man's coat It's cold in Philly And the sharp bending wind whips my soul Like a favorite eerie  movie I inevitably watch again we fight on the phone and you say it's everything that I've done I sit down with my coffee and smoke a cigarette I don't gamble with numbers - but the chances I get Far away in a jet soon to tel aviv banks' charge conversion rates for currency the door opens and closes the places my heart goes when I remember you have to say yes before you can learn to say no
anais-mostly
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May 26, 2013
May 26, 2013 at 2:57 AM UTC
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