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A roses desire with a street cars name. It doesn't matter the direction Cause we're all the same. Knock three times, to get inside. Darlings of the night and shady cabbies are your ride. A streetwise junkies philosophy sounds good while your high. Wisdom of truth, while smoked in a lie. Sometimes coming down isn't the hardest part. Sometimes it's reaching the end, for another start.
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Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 2:41 PM UTC
Slavery in the night
A roses desire with a street cars name. It doesn't matter the direction Cause we're all the same. Knock three times, to get inside. Darlings of the night and shady cabbies are your ride. A streetwise junkies philosophy sounds good while your high. Wisdom of truth, while smoked in a lie. Sometimes coming down isn't the hardest part. Sometimes it's reaching the end, for another start.
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Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 2:41 PM UTC
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