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Careering. / The caesar cut / salvation / for receding / hairlines. / receding / hairlines. /

and who hid the telegraphs / and set their all in / sent their all in / trophy cases of the past?

forget / the way you kicked my... / because i can't sleep at night. / believe me when i tell you that it's not too late for us to save it all! / we'll hide ourselves in bad reviews and laugh at all of our misfortune... / precious dreaming... /
and i know it's not real / to stare to home and wish / for better / you're better. / it's foolish now to hope for / sometime more / than you to weigh me in. / another bad trip's on our hands / and this / is surely not the first. / paper on a coffee table's not the kind of stain we'd like to leave / and bleeding's such an awful mess to find out what you know already. /

it seems that we're still sliding / to back when we were smiling / and the answer to be given / what if neptune rose? / so how long should it take to guess?! / if i need to see your face / just to take a trip to somewhere after? / well, this is my display! yes / this is my cliche. / when i'm finally dry of all that inspiration, what's left? / well this is my heart / and these are my arms. / c39's at sixteen.
Careering. / The caesar cut / salvation / for receding / hairlines. / receding / hairlines. /      and who hid the telegraphs / and set their all in / sent their all in / trophy cases of the past?       forget / the way you kicked my... / because i can't sleep at night. / believe me when i tell you that it's not too late for us to save it all! / we'll hide ourselves in bad reviews and laugh at all of our misfortune... / precious dreaming... /   and i know it's not real / to stare to home and wish / for better / you're better. / it's foolish now to hope for / sometime more / than you to weigh me in. / another bad trip's on our hands / and this / is surely not the first. / paper on a coffee table's not the kind of stain we'd like to leave / and bleeding's such an awful mess to find out what you know already. /       it seems that we're still sliding / to back when we were smiling / and the answer to be given / what if neptune rose? / so how long should it take to guess?! / if i need to see your face / just to take a trip to somewhere after? / well, this is my display! yes / this is my cliche. / when i'm finally dry of all that inspiration, what's left? / well this is my heart / and these are my arms. / c39's at sixteen.
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