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The tide drags me back and then exhale me out I'm falling/bending over I can be your rotten, little lipstick flower in the wind They tell me what happiness is and I unconsciously agree All I can think about is the mink robe and the bathtubs sound when i exhale enthusiastic bubbles That pretty face of yours; can I rent it for a dollar?
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Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 9:10 PM UTC
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The tide drags me back and then exhale me out I'm falling/bending over I can be your rotten, little lipstick flower in the wind They tell me what happiness is and I unconsciously agree All I can think about is the mink robe and the bathtubs sound when i exhale enthusiastic bubbles That pretty face of yours; can I rent it for a dollar?
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Danish
Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 9:10 PM UTC
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