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Am I really the dreamer?
Who thinks about what they're doing these days?
And I dawdled on the roadside,
like there was nothing better to do in this world,
wishing for a rainfall and
scribbling down my screams.
And then I lose my way thinking about what people say- Why, her head is
full of dreams.
And I waited on that roadside, like
a whore that no one loves,
Waiting for my rainbow, while they all say,
"You stupid crying dove. You think they're gonna listen to you?"
and all I can say is,
"Listen to what, exactly?"
[10 Dec 2012|
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