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There he is He is the center Of a great big wide circle Whenever he moves left of center My right brain starts to hurt Cause people get married And he digs a grave And she starts getting pedicures And really should someone contain all of you Consume every inch of you Is this union a patsy for something better Something more obscure Because there he is He is my center Of a great wide big circle Whenever he moves right of center My left brain starts to hurt
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Jun 25, 2013
Jun 25, 2013 at 9:01 PM UTC
The Center
There he is He is the center Of a great big wide circle Whenever he moves left of center My right brain starts to hurt Cause people get married And he digs a grave And she starts getting pedicures And really should someone contain all of you Consume every inch of you Is this union a patsy for something better Something more obscure Because there he is He is my center Of a great wide big circle Whenever he moves right of center My left brain starts to hurt
lucy-tonic
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Jun 25, 2013
Jun 25, 2013 at 9:01 PM UTC
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