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She kind of sucked at titles when there was a gun to her head, but it must always work out somehow.
she was compelled to be here of course and was listening like you might do to Eliot smith's "drink up baby. stay up all night with the things you could do you - you won't but you might....the promises you'll only make. drink up with me now, and forget all about the pressure of days.. and I'll drive them away the images stuck in your head...."
and that double
knife
in your heart
eliot
"drink up baby . look at the stars.
I'll kiss you again between the bars...."
excuse her. she's going to rewind and dance and drink
"separate from the rest. but I like you the best... the people that you've been before that you don't want around anymore more...."
her lips were red as china berry by revlon.
her hair was frosted.
she wore expensive cowboy boots that cost a lot to wear in...
"I'll kiss you again between the bars....drink up one more time and I'll make you mine..."
but you won't
you just say that.
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