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Bottle opener Cracked vermouth Naked lady The kids grip their Hearts Like newly stolen candy I'm a leaflet notebook Fire parade Fortune teller dressed in secrets Kimono headdress Ketamine lines Upside down caligrpahy Apple wine Summer time Open faced hamburgers With the moon On the infinite rise Trickling melancholy Purple moon Hustlers under mailboxes While grandma's line-up To do the Foxtrot Sinister balloon Of heavy-metal persuasion Big titted foul players Of foreign speaking Soothsayers Can it be that we Are all out of players? The ***** are in The goals are scored There's not a hand Manning the board Usurp the direction Upend the powers that be Peek through the keyhole Discover the lies Behind the masks of men Who wear brightly colored ties Music moves through The meek feet of the weak What're we all looking for But the big vote To take us all the way through. Better butter down Sutter Baby sitters been broken The kids have gone missing Instead of doves We've got pigeons
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Jul 18, 2014
Jul 18, 2014 at 5:55 PM UTC
Clear Patterns, How They Shine
Bottle opener Cracked vermouth Naked lady The kids grip their Hearts Like newly stolen candy I'm a leaflet notebook Fire parade Fortune teller dressed in secrets Kimono headdress Ketamine lines Upside down caligrpahy Apple wine Summer time Open faced hamburgers With the moon On the infinite rise Trickling melancholy Purple moon Hustlers under mailboxes While grandma's line-up To do the Foxtrot Sinister balloon Of heavy-metal persuasion Big titted foul players Of foreign speaking Soothsayers Can it be that we Are all out of players? The ***** are in The goals are scored There's not a hand Manning the board Usurp the direction Upend the powers that be Peek through the keyhole Discover the lies Behind the masks of men Who wear brightly colored ties Music moves through The meek feet of the weak What're we all looking for But the big vote To take us all the way through. Better butter down Sutter Baby sitters been broken The kids have gone missing Instead of doves We've got pigeons
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Jul 18, 2014
Jul 18, 2014 at 5:55 PM UTC
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