I was outrun by shooting stars
And sideways shuffles into russian bars,
And liquefying in the back seats of cars,
Plotting maps from mercury to mars.
But I'm still tryin' to make the words fit;
*It all sounds like ****
It all sounds like ****
Jan 31, 2014
Jan 31, 2014 at 8:23 PM UTC
I was outrun by shooting stars
And sideways shuffles into russian bars,
And liquefying in the back seats of cars,
Plotting maps from mercury to mars.
But I'm still tryin' to make the words fit;
*It all sounds like ****
It all sounds like ****
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