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Too surreal, too sweet metronome heart couldn't keep the beat fell off the piano, onto the feet cried a D minor fell sound asleep Somewhere there in the dreamy night air sustained a note that rose from the petals in your hair broke one toe, well there's nine more to spare in the will of the moment, you didn't give a care You said, **** what's right, who's to say what's wrong? Young or old, we're all dying after all The ride of your life begins at the fall Keep your mouth open, your shoulders tall Sentimental minds, they wander in time The ghost of his love will freeze in the snow love me now you'll have fever in the cold and when spring time comes, I'll be the one to call And I'll say, **** what's right, who's to say what's wrong Crooked or straight we're all teeth after all The bite of the winter melts into cellulose My girl, you're a flower been soiled and ****** Lonely cigarettes and scattered notes in your bed Tawny fantasies of the things he had said Your rose colored glasses now have a missing lense My dear, the haze upon you can dissolve in one deep breath https://soundcloud.com/spiritbarehear/metronome-heart
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Oct 1, 2013
Oct 1, 2013 at 11:44 AM UTC
Metronome Heart
Too surreal, too sweet metronome heart couldn't keep the beat fell off the piano, onto the feet cried a D minor fell sound asleep Somewhere there in the dreamy night air sustained a note that rose from the petals in your hair broke one toe, well there's nine more to spare in the will of the moment, you didn't give a care You said, **** what's right, who's to say what's wrong? Young or old, we're all dying after all The ride of your life begins at the fall Keep your mouth open, your shoulders tall Sentimental minds, they wander in time The ghost of his love will freeze in the snow love me now you'll have fever in the cold and when spring time comes, I'll be the one to call And I'll say, **** what's right, who's to say what's wrong Crooked or straight we're all teeth after all The bite of the winter melts into cellulose My girl, you're a flower been soiled and ****** Lonely cigarettes and scattered notes in your bed Tawny fantasies of the things he had said Your rose colored glasses now have a missing lense My dear, the haze upon you can dissolve in one deep breath https://soundcloud.com/spiritbarehear/metronome-heart
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Oct 1, 2013
Oct 1, 2013 at 11:44 AM UTC
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