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Streets The Everything Is Borrowed

minute be at Memories are times we borrow for spending tomorrow Memories are times we borrow for spending tomorrow I came to this world with nothing And I leave with nothing but love Everything else is just borrowed

she don't love me true or fucking won't? The only time I know of love is when silence is violent Optimism fizzing in the clonk in dizzy imagery Rocking hot humidity, but this is

me I blink my eyes, this is reminding me Life lies in the blink of an eye The old die for reasons, new tides for seasons New life born is like teasing

One of the first things about you I did see Is that you verse your views quietly When nature verses truths I get violent feelings But softly time will

I don't care, just that I'm way too Caught up with breathing air To grieve for the trees and air Or how breathable air is You go first, I'll follow

looking down, lend over the bridge Stood with a grin as if a blessing had hit him I slumped on the jut of the cliff Just leave me alone, this is none

pillage and murder but, Following this red book word for word Leads you to actually pillage and murder Could it be so what we think to be right, Is

something in the sun this day, I feel it Or maybe it's just my hay fever The weeds are green, the sky is shining But it'll soon be night which is nicer

only time I know of love is when silence is violent, Optimism fizzing in the clonk in dizzy image really rocking hot humidity, but this is sizzling, stumble over in your window, does she know is