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I am colorblind Coffee black and egg white Pull me out from inside I am ready I am ready I am ready I am Taffy stuck, tongue tied Stuttered shook and uptight Pull me out from inside I am ready I am ready I am ready I am fine I am covered in skin No one gets to come in Pull me out from inside I am folded, and unfolded, and unfolding I am Colorblind Coffee black and egg white Pull me out from inside I am ready I am ready I am ready I am fine I am fine I am fine
On a beautiful path for heroes.
Quality time with my bloodline.
Let’s start over again, Why can’t we start it over again? Just let us start it over again And we’ll be good This time we’ll get it… We’ll get it right It’s our last chance to forgive ourselves.
Hadoken. Rawr.
The Brunos to my Mars
Exhausted is merely an understatement today.
Every road is a ray of light It goes on, time only can lead you on
The Dustland Fairytale beginning With just another white trash county kiss in ‘61 Long brown hair, and foolish eyes He’d look just like you’d want him to Some kind of slick chrome American prince Blue Jean serenade Moon river what you do to me I don’t believe you Saw Cinderella in a party dress but she was looking for a nightgown I saw the devil wrapping up his hands, he’s getting ready for the showdown I saw the minute that I turned away, I got my money on a pawn tonight Change came in disguise of revelation, set his soul on fire She said she always knew he’d come around And the decades disappear Like sinking ships but we persevere God gives us hope but we still fear, what we don’t know Your mind is poisoned Castles in the sky, sit stranded, vandalized The drawbridge is closing Saw Cinderella in a party dress, she was looking for a nightgown I saw the devil wrapping up his hands, he’s getting ready for the showdown I saw the ending where they turned the page, I threw my money and I ran away Sent to the valley of the great divide Out where the dreams all hide Out where the wind don’t blow Out here the good girls die And the sky won’t snow Out here the bird don’t sing Out here the field don’t blow Out here the bell don’t ring Out hear the bell don’t ring Out here the good girls die Now Cinderella don’t you go to sleep, it’s such a bitter form of refuge Why don’t you know the kingdoms under siege and everybody needs you Is there still magic in the midnight sun, or did you leave it back in ‘61? In the cadence of a young man’s eyes Out where the dreams all hide
The bus stop goes to Long Bea- Wait a minute..
I wish upon no one the sharp pains than I am experiencing, fuck..
A flower in your hair Have a flower in your hair
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