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Banks And the stale odor of Marlboro Golds Remind you of a slower time When you broke into abandoned barns and sang sermons to the rooftops Unaware of who might listen
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Sep 24, 2016
Sep 24, 2016 at 1:37 PM UTC
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Banks And the stale odor of Marlboro Golds Remind you of a slower time When you broke into abandoned barns and sang sermons to the rooftops Unaware of who might listen
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Sep 24, 2016
Sep 24, 2016 at 1:37 PM UTC
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