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House on fire, House on fire, Role me a phat one. Tonite the house , Tomorow nites up in smoke. The walls were brown Wall paper. Upinside here. A white beard of smoke. Goblin green walls, Purple stains, Scattered gold vains. What a joke We felt like smoked out Hot patatoes, I sat on my missing phone. Girls gone wild, Coconut musics third encore. Remember what you said. I said sometimes say the truest things. Remember what you said. You become what you love. He needs help. He doesnt know, What isnt his own. Isnt my best friend, Starting to bun out, My bic lighter, Is out. My hands strike a match, Is it so much to ask. There were so many clicks. Jump up or something Else happened To apear Just to gorge On your ptsd Like the memory of seing your last horror film. You left angry, And told us repeatingly. I need help tell us what we can do. Help us tell you and You can show us whose fault it was I told you not to let anybody do what they did. What is it worth doing all over again. All the reconziliation Speeds off with ten dollars In gas money. Did you know What to do after one interview In a shrinks office. Your inner thoughts have to record everything. And for a few seconds Every thing pushing towards her garage. Found a place upwards in new hours slowly able to erase the dust tic by tic. Now we can start counting Episodes you had. Nowe we can understand what you have And by december you will have the best christmas Your peace on earth will be seeing a baby boy cry When it snows.
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Oct 24, 2013
Oct 24, 2013 at 3:06 AM UTC
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House on fire, House on fire, Role me a phat one. Tonite the house , Tomorow nites up in smoke. The walls were brown Wall paper. Upinside here. A white beard of smoke. Goblin green walls, Purple stains, Scattered gold vains. What a joke We felt like smoked out Hot patatoes, I sat on my missing phone. Girls gone wild, Coconut musics third encore. Remember what you said. I said sometimes say the truest things. Remember what you said. You become what you love. He needs help. He doesnt know, What isnt his own. Isnt my best friend, Starting to bun out, My bic lighter, Is out. My hands strike a match, Is it so much to ask. There were so many clicks. Jump up or something Else happened To apear Just to gorge On your ptsd Like the memory of seing your last horror film. You left angry, And told us repeatingly. I need help tell us what we can do. Help us tell you and You can show us whose fault it was I told you not to let anybody do what they did. What is it worth doing all over again. All the reconziliation Speeds off with ten dollars In gas money. Did you know What to do after one interview In a shrinks office. Your inner thoughts have to record everything. And for a few seconds Every thing pushing towards her garage. Found a place upwards in new hours slowly able to erase the dust tic by tic. Now we can start counting Episodes you had. Nowe we can understand what you have And by december you will have the best christmas Your peace on earth will be seeing a baby boy cry When it snows.
jack-dalton
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jack-dalton
Armenian
Oct 24, 2013
Oct 24, 2013 at 3:06 AM UTC
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