*singing*

Don't wanna sing about the puring rain all the flowers are stars so my black heart stains
Don't want a reason to
blow down you door and star it all agen
Everyone is on drugs, just wanna fill your head whit washing powder to be
abel to say i love you in to your clear blue eyes!

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