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We take sour sips
From life's lush lips.
Stop by this disaster town
You'll put your eyes to the sun and say "I know." You're only blinded to keep back what the clouds are hiding. And we might have started singing just a little soon. We're throwing stones in a glass room.
It was ice cream headaches and sweet avalanche
When the pearls in our shells came out to dance
You call me a bad tipper of the cradle
But Im tired yawns for fawns on hunters lawns
Were the has-beens of husbands
Sharpening the knives of young wives
Take two years and call me when you're better
Take teardrops of mine, find yourself wetter
- by louise_5_a |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 09/05/2009 |
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- Title: carpal tunnel of love
- Artist: louise_5_a
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- Date: 09/05/2009
- Tags: carpal
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