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these days are playing us all for fools
laughing in the lines of our faces
sleep sweet or be consumed
by pearly picket whites and sudden bombardment of why's rushing waters
be sure to drop me a line
when you get out of here
ill be verily vicarious until the map comes
laughing in the lines of our faces
sleep sweet or be consumed
by pearly picket whites and sudden bombardment of why's rushing waters
be sure to drop me a line
when you get out of here
ill be verily vicarious until the map comes
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standing down,
wishing I was with you now
the tears I cried,
giving up,
I think I've had enough...
This can't be home.
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writing,
love,
Danielle
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