domingo, 29 de enero de 2012

Margerine


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Spread yellow gunk on my pancake heart,
Country churned girl in my grocery cart.
I paid for her dreams, she taught me to cry,
Like watery knives, like rain from my eyes.
I can't believe you're not mine,
I can't believe you're not mine.
Margerine, Margerine, Margerine.
 MARGERINE, MARGERINE.

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