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Flowing like water in a crimson melody
the orange plastic sun is shining
the truth so hard to see
the rain of your existence is falling down on me
and the soap suds spread like a disease
from my washing machine
the orange plastic sun is shining
the truth so hard to see
the rain of your existence is falling down on me
and the soap suds spread like a disease
from my washing machine
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but yea. now that i re-read it, it does remind me of that, too.
wow. never thought i'd be talking about periods you.
<3
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