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[19 Aug 2015|02:28am] |
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oh i thought you learned your lesson, caroline, now you're slipping on this black ice. running round the world, you know you're running round the world on borrowed legs. breathing through your mouth is like a parasite, slip inside like mice in the mall. running round the world, you know you're running round the world on borrowed legs. (god damn this little trip you're on. you're having so much fun. i'm just a preacher's son) all the yellow tears are speaking, caroline, they all want your body on ice. running round the world, you know you're running round the world on borrowed legs. (god damn this little trip you're on, you're having so much fun, i'm just a preacher's son) stoned, awake, alone, a letter in your lap. you've got your father's eyes; awake and black, a tear in your glass. you miss your mother's roots; take a breathe, a bottled halo will always drag you down, will drag you down. don't you love this trip you're on, everything will soon be done.
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