✩ a fabulous killjoy.
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(n) "cloud-walker" - one who lives in the clouds of their own imagination or dreams, or one who does not obey the conventions of society, literature, or art.
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i want to share your mouthful. i want to do all the things your lungs do so well.
on my way to your apartment, i write for fear of silence. you carved a boat to sail my shadow, now i walk alone.
Be a part of the love club, everything will glow for you.
we were victims of the night. the chemical, physical, kryptonite. helpless to the bass and faded light. oh, we were bound to get together.
What will it take to show you that it's not the life it seems?
the other woman enchants her clothes with french perfume. the other woman keeps fresh cut flowers in each room.
i don't have money on my mind, money on my mind. i do it for, i do it for the love.
i can move mountains. i can work a miracle, work a miracle.
they will not force us, they will stop degrading us. they will not control us, we will be victorious.
you make it look like it's magic, 'cause i see nobody but you.
i'll let you set the pace 'cause i'm not thinking straight. my head spinning around i can't see clear no more. what are you waiting for?
some legends are told, some turn to dust or to gold, but you will remember me.
We end our day up on the roof. I say I’ll jump, I never do, but when I’m drunk I act a fool.
and i got back up when i lost control over it all, over it all. and i knew that i couldn't take no more 'cause i want it all, i want it all.
your eyes are the size of the moon, you could 'cause you can so you do. we're feeling so good, just the way that we do.
we can leave this world, leave it all behind. we can steal this car, if your folks don't mind. we can live forever, if you've got the time.
who wants to sleep in a city that never wakes up?
you got that james dean, daydream look in your eyes and i got that red lip, classic thing that you like. (HTR)
your wrists were bound in my hands. water washed around our naked feet. your blue jeans over in the sand and we were wrestling in our picnic blanket sheets.
"Gravity, don't mean too much to me. I'm who I've got to be. These pigs are after me, after you."
“But our love it was stronger by far than the love of those who were older than we.”
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