i stood on your steps.
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and watched the blue.
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filter through your blinds.
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and i traced lines backwards.
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begging to before bottles spun us to bed.
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and bitter kisses beat us to sleep.
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and you can be sure.
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i'll be leaving.
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half as fast as i came
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Leaning The Room
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| Planes Mistaken For Stars |
