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- 07:51 am
“i wanna know what it feels like to be the sunlight in your hair / and dancing everywhere”
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- 08:04 am
“it’s fun to lose and to pretend / she’s over-bored and self-assured / oh no i know a dirty word”
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- 07:42 am
“i am the storm and i am the nightmare / and the flashlights nightmares and sudden explosions”
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- 08:56 am
“i never hit so hard in love / all i wanted was to break your walls / all you ever did was wreck me”
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- 08:06 am
“She is not afraid for her household when it snows, / for all her household are clothed in crimson”
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- 07:34 am
“this don’t even feel like fallin’ / gravity can’t begin / to pull me back to the ground again”
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- 09:49 am
“i’m stranded all alone in the gas station of love / and i have to use the self-service pumps”
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- 07:50 am
“Around the ancient track march’d, rank on rank, / The army of unalterable law.”
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- 07:59 am
“i’ll wipe the salt off of my skin/ admit that i got it wrong/ and there is grey between the lines”
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- 1: “this city desert makes you feel so cold / it’s got so many people but it’s got no soul”
- 2: “i’mma wade, i’ma wave through the waters / tell the tide ‘don’t move’”
- 3: “seasons change and our love went cold / feed the flame ’cause we can’t let go / run away”
- 4: “love, i don’t like to see so much pain / so much wasted and this moment keeps slipping away”
- 5: “But I, alas, do not know how to see sheep through the walls of boxes.”
- 6: “here is the church here is the steeple / you were looking for saints but you only found people”
- 7: “i’d like to save every day / till eternity passes away / just to spend them with you”
- 8: “and he said to the man running the stand / ‘hey! (pom pom pom) got any grapes?’”
- 9: “i just found this smile to think about you / you’re a saturday night far from the madding crowd”
- 10: “Only the querulous cricket grieves, / And shrilling locust weaves / A song of summer dead.”
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