I do not like the sky night or day and keep my eyes on the yellow lines heading under the car

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Dressed, out the door, dreaming	Dreaming under a steady rain of nicotine	Far off approaching	The sort who hides away
An incredibly stupid reason why I got called into the school counselor's office	Over the high-rise of this city we kissed, over the high-rise of this city we jumped to our deaths	I waited under your streetlight like a hoodlum; like a moth	I don't shiver because I'm cold. I shiver because you are.
Amid the Midwest, they wait	Reaching for the stars	Dashboard	May 16, 2009
The High King of Ireland	The Fumes	Van Dyke brown	Now I am become grey, the creator of worlds
The Fisher Project	The fading of love is like leaves crunching under you in the autumn	I guess that I am the one who has changed	pawns are the soul of chess
diamond in the rough

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