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I'll Promise A Door When There's No Boat
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July 2012 Black Hanes matching black Fruit of the Loom,
one pen matches the loneliness in the room,
our time went by so quick, i hope
that when you return in 33 days you won't soap
me out of your promising clean,
redefining the meaning of mean,
show me what seems, tell me the truth,
which is why to you i am attracted to even a tooth,
cause even with youth you seem to care,
and a dark pain with you i can't see there
in the spots next to your nose, brown-nitize me,
allow me into the you religion, baptize me,
never capsize me, keep me afloat,
and i'll promise a floating door when we no longer have a boat,
in icy waters still i'll make sure you're warm,
as long as i see that Sterling Silver on your arm.
