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Waking up in taxi cabs with knotted fingers and black lungs ash under my nails “where the **** am I going” “I am taking you home” But the streets are brown and covered in puddles and I can't see anything except my own reflection in the window I feel like I am drowning in clocks that tell all the wrong times and he told me I'm here, but this isn't my house “get the **** out” now the car is polluting away and I'm walking down foreign streets with no idea where to go my phone is dead just like your ghost in my bed “what does this mean?” I wish I knew, but my mind is terrifying with nightmare creatures oh my god I wish you knew I just don't know what to do oh       no
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Nov 12, 2013
Nov 12, 2013 at 6:10 PM UTC
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Waking up in taxi cabs with knotted fingers and black lungs ash under my nails “where the **** am I going” “I am taking you home” But the streets are brown and covered in puddles and I can't see anything except my own reflection in the window I feel like I am drowning in clocks that tell all the wrong times and he told me I'm here, but this isn't my house “get the **** out” now the car is polluting away and I'm walking down foreign streets with no idea where to go my phone is dead just like your ghost in my bed “what does this mean?” I wish I knew, but my mind is terrifying with nightmare creatures oh my god I wish you knew I just don't know what to do oh       no
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Nov 12, 2013
Nov 12, 2013 at 6:10 PM UTC
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