Vaseline Over The Lenses

This is Angie who, at the moment, is too far to touch, likes long walks into bars and is an aspiring filmmaker . Twenty One-years-old. Safe travels in the near future.
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  1. She says it helps with the lights out
    Her rabid glow is like braille to the night.
    She swears I’m a slave to the details
    But if your life is such a big joke, why should I care?

    The clock is set for nine but you know you’re gonna make it eight.
    So that you two can take some time, teach each other to reciprocate.

    She feels that my sentimental side should be held with kid gloves
    But she doesn’t know that I left my urge in the icebox
    She swears I’m just prey to the female,
    Well then hook me up and throw me, baby cakes, cuz I like to get hooked.

    The clock is set for nine but you know you’re gonna make it eight.
    All the people that you’ve loved they’re all bound to leave some keepsakes.
    I’ve been swinging all the time, think it’s time to learn your way.
    I picture you and me together in the jungle it would be ok.

    I’ll bring you when my lifeboat sails through the night
    That is supposing that you don’t sleep tonight

    It’s like learning a new a language
    Helps me catch up on my mime
    If you don’t bring up those lonely parts
    This could be a good time
    It’s like learning a new language

    You come here to me
    We’ll collect those lonely parts and set them down
    You come here to me

    She says brief things, her love’s a pony
    My love’s subliminal

    She says brief things, her love’s a pony
    My love’s subliminal 
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  2. "Leif Erikson" - Turn On The Bright Lights - Interpol
  1. Timestamp: Wednesday 2012/08/01 23:21:31