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hard pitter-patters of drops on the window turn into palpitations water to my hip soaked and cold yet i'm smiling wide now to my neck paralyzed and numb happy and relaxed for the things that will come no sign of surface deep and blue the painted colors are pictures of you i'm drowning now palpitations on low this is exactly the way i wanted to go
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Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 1:22 AM UTC
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hard pitter-patters of drops on the window turn into palpitations water to my hip soaked and cold yet i'm smiling wide now to my neck paralyzed and numb happy and relaxed for the things that will come no sign of surface deep and blue the painted colors are pictures of you i'm drowning now palpitations on low this is exactly the way i wanted to go
ali-cronin
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Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 1:22 AM UTC
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