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you can't stop me from listening to the curve of the earth becky, your shoes are fucking hideous
ARedLetter

sorry again, i know you said the thrumming was too much
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but i knew johnny from back when he was a boy, and all he
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wanted to do was spend time with the strangers on the street,
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those walking the beating heart of our town
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our town that exists / doesn't exist in the outer in-between,
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that functions the same as a superstore, a department store haven,
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not for the masses nor for the lasses and not the lads either,
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just for little johnny and his amp and his violin named viola
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yes, he's aware of the wordplay
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but he wants it to be true, of course, the thrumming - it's not
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real for anyone else and the large, emptied aisles are too much
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for him; he's got the weathered leather squeaking in his inner thighs
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like a lost relative seeking companionship at the bottombank
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all he wants is for it to be real / not real, but all you wish for is
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the cease and desisting of the thrumming drumming.
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17 Mar 19

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before i go on i read "beat" instead of beating- does that work for you.
 — DeformedLion

it all works for me, i think.
 — ARedLetter

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