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I pass the trigger Like I pass the bottle Say what you mean I pull full throttle But get no where in neutral I never love anyone Like what seems to be in-fashion crashin' this life all in one go a huge loop I sew My fingers to my hand. How is that possible You demand.
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Aug 17, 2013
Aug 17, 2013 at 3:19 AM UTC
In-Fashion
I pass the trigger Like I pass the bottle Say what you mean I pull full throttle But get no where in neutral I never love anyone Like what seems to be in-fashion crashin' this life all in one go a huge loop I sew My fingers to my hand. How is that possible You demand.
My mojo has left my pencil and now it's left this.
ann-beaver
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Aug 17, 2013
Aug 17, 2013 at 3:19 AM UTC
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