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DJ since Mar 17, 2009 
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katietothemax
My tired heart ticks like an electric clock. Heavy on my wrist, wish I could make it stop. I've always waited for you.
katietothemax
Your name and what you're drinking is all I need to know.
katietothemax
All those little brown-eyed girls want playboys of the Southwestern world.
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I can't make myself do right, on Friday night When all these shadows they get bigger and bigger in the light
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Congratulations to you both, I hope somewhere you're happy. If there's a moral to this story then I wish you'd show me.
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I remember lying. I don't remember a line. I don't remember a word. But I don't care, I care, I really don't care. Did you see the drummer's hair?
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You were working on the inside // Disconnecting the alarm // I was messing up your signals // Trying to turn me off
katietothemax
I can't make myself be good I wish I could I can't make myself do right On Friday night When all these shadows they get bigger & bigger in the light
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So Jenny, don't kill the light. I know I said I would but hey, I lied.
katietothemax
All so different, yeah, I say we're all the same.
katietothemax
Break a heart and roll out of town, 'cause gypsies never get tied down.
katietothemax
Don't worry 'bout losin' your accent. A Southern man tells better jokes.
katietothemax
We don't need our heads cause our bodies are young.
katietothemax
Maybe everything is tragic and temporary. Remember Esmé? Age thirteen... Already blasé and broken-hearted.
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...'cause half a tank of gas will get me far enough to be completely lost by the time the sun comes up.
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good friends with bad habits, what am i to do? they're literary romantics, they fuck like wilde, and indulge like hemingway.
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Up to no good. Up to no good. Like a spark on a wire or a splinter in wood... 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8!
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I hate this place but I love these chords. ...and the pain this morning, it filled my head. It's Jameson. It means that I'm not dead.
katietothemax
No I'm not a Jonas... brother, I'm a grown up. No, I'm not a virgin. I use my kahonas.
katietothemax
So I lean on you sometimes jJust to see you're still there... My fiction beats the hell out of my truth.
