"Doted on like seeds planted in rows;
The untied shoelaces of your life.
Nurtured all year then pressed in a book,
Or displayed in bad taste at the table."
The untied shoelaces of your life.
Nurtured all year then pressed in a book,
Or displayed in bad taste at the table."
[Pressed In A Book - The Shins]
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