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amelia planted flowers pants grew brown now fifty hours nothing's bloomed she's hating seeds chasing after tumbleweeds seventeen had lost its meaning eyes grew wide but truth's receding watering your last resort solace in a metaphor whatcha gonna do when the sun goes down? you'll never grown up if it never goes down where ya gonna be with a smile on your face? Letras de cancionesif you take it slow you can win the race amelia found her truth in green boxes, twenty new turning to dust one by one another ready, just begun backs and heels are all she sees turned the saying into feet perverse jokes and references nothing's better left unsaid morning dawns extended nights careful now, obstructed sights fifty more will blow right through brown of brown never looked so blue From Letras Mania