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Post by Maggie on Apr 30, 2009 5:59:45 GMT
Streetlight lamps and rubbing eye sockets, And everytime our soul flew out like rockets, I remember when we were sober once, And in your face I could see the stunts, Your eyes were glassy, Like the effects of paparazzi.
It was beautiful, Pretty things didn't have to look nice, And everything was all laughable, And everything we got, we plunged into would suffice.
Remember those days when we played with orange peels, And knew that this was the way life was suppose to feel?
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