OMG ... I thought it was DAYS ... but just for the last 20,075 days



BlueSongs are like tattoosYou know I've been to sea beforeCrown and anchor meOr let me sail away
Hey Bluethere is a song for youInk on a pinUnderneath the skinAn empty space to fill in
Well there're so many sinkingNow you've got to keep thinking
You can make it thru these wavesAcid, booze, and assNeedles, guns, and grassLots of laughsLots of laughs
Everybody's saying that hell's the hippest way to go wellI don't think so, but I'mGonna take a look around it though 
BlueI love you
BlueHere is a shell for youInside you'll hear a sighA foggy lullabyThere is your song from me



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