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see i've got this weather named yesterday trying to screw me out of a life a little ordinary. [it's what i want in this sense. in the sense that i know my face is composed of two eyes, one nose and a mouth]
and i've got hair thats a little more purple than brown. but i look okay if you get me in the right light. and i look alright if we're standing on a busy street corner under moonshine. if you see a box that hails itself "magic spell," a fair warning -- you may just be the plum pudding of the ball. |