There's a tear in the fabric.. Of your favorite dress... And I'm sneaking glances... Looking for the patterns and static that start to make since... the longer i'm at it...
Ivory lines bleed... ohhh well ... ohhhwelll.....
Your heart is a river.. that flows from your chest.. through every organ.. your brain is the damn and i am the fish, that can't reach the core..
Ivory lines bleed... ohhh well.. ohhhwellll....
Ohh instincts are misleading... you shouldn't think what your feeling.. They don't tell you why.. You know you should why...
Ivory lines bleed... ohhh well.... ohhhhwellll....
Ivory lines bleed.... ohhh well.... ohhhhwellll...
Ohhh instincts are misleading.... you shouldn't think what your feeling..
They don't tell you why.. You know you should why...
Ivory lines bleed... ohh welll.... Ivory lines bleed... ohhhwelll...
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