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Sunday, March 30, 2008

I can't sleep.

i caught the clock and tore it up
jealous fingertips kiss my wrist
this social scene spills out from my chest
well i guess this was never about good clean fun
was i right or wrong?
what an actress,
she led us all to believe her lips were up for lease
tease, no they can't be bought
oh, she can't be caught
Posted by &heart$; at 7:06 AM

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