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Brickell Edie Shooting Rubberbands At The Stars

: I'm not aware of too many things, but I know what I know if you know what I mean. Philosophy is the talk on a cereal box. Religion is the smile on

: Life is better than the days behind. What's mine is yours and what's yours is mine. No aggravation that we can't get through. A situation for the lucky

: Shooting up junk in the bathroom Makin it with punks on the floor Livin the scene of her limmisine Little Miss S. in a mini dress Living it up to die

: She glows around you like the moon. She smiles at her reflection in a spoon. She reads expensive magazines. She sees herself in everything. You can

say somethin' rude? You don't have to cry about it. Aren't you feelin' okay? Would you like a little company? Or did you have a bad day? Are you mad at

: Thursday afternoon You cast a shadow 'round my room. The breeze moved the curtains, and lifted my perfume into the air, and danced with lazy curls

Thursday afternoon You cast a shadow 'round my room. The breeze moved the curtains, and lifted my perfume into the air, and danced with lazy curls in

Life is better than the days behind. What's mine is yours and what's yours is mine. No aggravation that we can't get through. A situation for the lucky

Your mouth is red -- I'm picturing it in my head I'm picturing you smile at me I want you to be with me NOW Your hair is brown -- I'm picturing it hanging