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The kind of thinking that gets me in trouble Lavender and Lemon and bouquets on the counter Here comes the white smoke Here comes the sound My bags on the floorboards my sanity stripped down I've gone to the west coast Now I'm headed for home Don't know where that is But I was built to roam
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Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 4:21 PM UTC
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The kind of thinking that gets me in trouble Lavender and Lemon and bouquets on the counter Here comes the white smoke Here comes the sound My bags on the floorboards my sanity stripped down I've gone to the west coast Now I'm headed for home Don't know where that is But I was built to roam
harlow
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harlow
Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 4:21 PM UTC
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