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Conspiracies and your rants From underneath the table She’s disappointed Abandoned can she be saved? Thirty and still home A dim future haunts the youth Be alive or practical Talents are wasted Reality forgets us And we avoid it Spitefully you stole our things To try to remember us Little creatures crawl The family heirloom broke Dreary white lilacs The denim pants don’t fit Stop, the step is giving out Horses side by side You had reupholstered the chairs Ticking metronome
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Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 12:26 AM UTC
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Conspiracies and your rants From underneath the table She’s disappointed Abandoned can she be saved? Thirty and still home A dim future haunts the youth Be alive or practical Talents are wasted Reality forgets us And we avoid it Spitefully you stole our things To try to remember us Little creatures crawl The family heirloom broke Dreary white lilacs The denim pants don’t fit Stop, the step is giving out Horses side by side You had reupholstered the chairs Ticking metronome
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Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 12:26 AM UTC
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