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The scent of sporadically yellow, acidic-rotten lemons  with a hint of fresh peppermint leaf in the air   In the bright summer of ‘82, the beaming light of the sun grazes upon
The scent of sporadically yellow, acidic-rotten lemons  with a hint of fresh peppermint leaf in the air.   In the bright summer of ‘82,
i've known couples with bigger age gaps than ours me and my mom we're childhood best friends joined at the hip playing on swingsets and jungle gyms we grew up together me and my mom
You said you would love me no matter what That isn't true I told you the truth and you denied it I was confident that night A brick wall
Tonight I am hiding from my parents.  I've been hiding since 10:30 and I've gotten very good at it.  I left my wide open sleeping area for the almost secludedness of my father's office. 
Dear mama, There’s something to say, Please don’t hate me, Or give me your rage, Please do know, I love you either way,
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