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it's a backwards attraction to your forward eyes but you're so far-sighted that you can't place trust in what or who you recognize we sped the Plymouth cross the banks of the Mississippi river Mary Timony was smaller then a super ball... chitter-chatter all these secrets started giving me the shivers plain and simply broken down near Olympia I think your bruise was understanded, 'cause you can't feel this anymore it's getting bluer and you can't keep faking that you can't feel this anymore From Letras Mania