Agent 27 (witherwings7) wrote,
Agent 27
witherwings7

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Half past 9, quarter to ten
10:15, and we're coming around again
Hold off, are we going soft'
Flushed my zoloft, and we're comin' around again
Found out, and I almost drowned
Walked back down, and we're coming around again

If I could talk I'd tell you
If I could smile I'd let you know
You are far and away
My most imaginary friend


Khmer rhouge, and genocide qua
Your place or mein kempf, now I'm givin' the dog a bone
Slight hunch, without the vaguest clue
To keep the blood balanced, now we're coming around again
Half past 9, quarter two,
10:15, and we're comin' around again

If I could talk I'd tell you
If I could smile I'd let you know
You are far and away
My most imaginary friend

If I could talk I'd tell you
If I could smile I'd let you know
You are far and away
My most imaginary friend

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