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Whiskey Out of the BottleAs we encroach upon twenty-one our livers are screaming at us to halt. High school is over, but the rush is not, and I sit here wondering: Do you remember the whiskey we used to steal? We’d down it at the crime scene in your parents' living room.Whiskey Out of the Bottle
Now, we’re left taking shots of youth: Left fermenting, Seeping into our consciousness, Rotting away at what fun we had, what memories we hold. Long gone are the invincible nights that turned into days, When young adults could still be kids. &nbs
Cinnamon,youwillneverdie.Small feet Trickle up the concrete Ambiance, I can fly!Cinnamon,youwillneverdie.
And I simply replied: Cinnamon, you will never die.
Since Orville, we have dreamed of this day The day your wingspan is not flesh, it is not blood But it is light, and it carries you softly And as you soar, the words pour out You wonder if you're playing God I scream to the sky, "Cinnamon, you're not!"
Don't crash, don't crash Do not catch a fire, like Icarus' backlash Do not bask in your pride, like the Pharoahs of past
Put your goggles on It's all u
WOAH WOAH WOAH
I Have To Pee
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That's unfortunate.
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Time is the bandage.
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Time is the bandage.
"She's a bitch... I called her a bitch right in front of her tits!"
Dear God, sound the alarm!
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Time is the bandage.
"She's a bitch... I called her a bitch right in front of her tits!"
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