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Dear dairy,
Swing skirt, fishnets, and a broken dream, blue petrol flame makes the jukebox scream
The cool cats all there are cryin cause the records are all burnt and dyin
Leopard hightops lift into the sky, fingerless gloved hands pullin me to fly
In the winter cold she kisses and vanishes despite my wishes
Love,
Lyric Chronary

Ps the song is I'll Rust With You

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