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Satin Pillow Fever

it's kind of funny how time walks away i don't feel like saying grace today everything hurts much more then they say tuesdays no longer remember your smile scars are the souvenirs of the loneliest child the memory itself writes you away i don't wanna be here anymore my hearts felt the dust no i don't wanna be here anymore sail on sooth sayer, sail it's like sometimes you can't win but then again i feel like i could never really fail through the mirror i image an image pale restricted for commerce like a prostitute trying to make the proper sell here we are behold unearthed true to the soul, spirit, body and mind it's kind of crazy how you can capture more momentum starting up from the bottom being beaten and coming up from the land down under may the perpetrators be kissed briefly slaughtered later love letters from a bastard to kind of a raped mother grab the extinction cord i already duck taped the other the youngest of nine children last man standing out in the wonderland withering see the ocean set apart from the sea relax the your head darling and come hither i don't wanna be here anymore my hearts felt the dust no i don't wanna be here anymore sail on sooth sayer, sail she said i don't understand your goodbye questions, all these questions why, why, oh why I told her i said, every thing's rhetorical despite you and I stars burn in the sleepless sky as the candles dim and night falls alive between you and I and it shines so bright that i can't see a thing but sometimes i see it all i've been used to losing touch but i'm kind of wish too far gone a shooting star one miracle away from being exactly who you are the rain dabbles in the face of the sun and sometimes life is all heat and no fun but sometimes you have to say goodbye to where you're coming from and kindly walk away to a better day and just like that she went into the dark she sang out, i got seizures to spark and true life it's some kind of bizarre she put the needle in her arm and sang out never mind who you are never mind who your are I don't give a Fck who you are

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