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kiss-hug the red-line intention to a snapper fish lipstick, you sick thankless. thankless to the fact that thankful is relative-- CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW, CAN YOU HEAR ME PICK UP PICKUP PICKUUUUP trucks continue to glide down the Trans-Canada highway as I wonder if I've been getting high the right way. I'm a snitch and I found me. Tell me where I'm hiding.
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Aug 1, 2013
Aug 1, 2013 at 5:22 PM UTC
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kiss-hug the red-line intention to a snapper fish lipstick, you sick thankless. thankless to the fact that thankful is relative-- CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW, CAN YOU HEAR ME PICK UP PICKUP PICKUUUUP trucks continue to glide down the Trans-Canada highway as I wonder if I've been getting high the right way. I'm a snitch and I found me. Tell me where I'm hiding.
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Aug 1, 2013
Aug 1, 2013 at 5:22 PM UTC
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