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I got a penguin bag made for me today, I'm so excited, I love it.
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how many times should i smile for our bygone love
somewhere lost in the wilderness of all your sentiment
entangled by all the doubt
the thought that for once something could work out in your life is dawning
but you detest the sunrise and see only darkness
as an enigmatic sphere of gray appears on your horizon
peering to my left i glance to see you
witnessing your walking corpse
so fragile and beautiful amongst the uninviting passer-bys
your feet falling one under the other
in an unbroken pattern carrying your broken frame
you wont let me peice together
turning to me you mutter 'hey baby ive been walking miles with you to no destination'
and you continue to preach, when all you need to do is look at me
let your tired eyes stained with red, bleeding the frustration of a thousand night's get-a-ways
tell stories too real for words
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I don't like it.
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how many times should i smile for our bygone love
somewhere lost in the wilderness of all your sentiment
entangled by all the doubt
the thought that for once something could work out in your life is dawning
but you detest the sunrise and see only darkness
as an enigmatic sphere of gray appears on your horizon
peering to my left i glance to see you
witnessing your walking corpse
so fragile and beautiful amongst the uninviting passer-bys
your feet falling one under the other
in an unbroken pattern carrying your broken frame
you wont let me peice together
turning to me you mutter 'hey baby ive been walking miles with you to no destination'
and you continue to preach, when all you need to do is look at me
let your tired eyes stained with red, bleeding the frustration of a thousand night's get-a-ways
tell stories too real for words
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I don't like it.