23 Mar 2014, 6:21pm
Writing
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Writing some kind of code for my life

(We are the champions)

History’s joggin through a park
I wanna take this Saturday off
And fuck you out of doors with our
Clothes nailed to a stop sign
Marigold stem in your teeth while you tell me about
Your adulation for Freddie Mercury and his porn mustache
I have to confess, I love it too
Although his suspenders and hairy chest genuinely bother me

What kind of life will we have left
After Freddie Mercury is gone
His spirit, the sounds of Queen on the radio
And what can we do but keep forgetting
We’ll have to turn up the dial this spring
To be sure we still know the lyrics
I can feel your sunburn all over me

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