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Roller rink cotton candy sticking to my fingers Sticky shared joints that we smoke down to stingers We can watch the stars twinkle in the parking lot As we talk about all the people that we think are hot Pretty sure I'm bi, by the way, I forgot It's been on my mind, broken record, nonstop Music from inside still sounds like a jam Before we hit the door, roach in the ash can
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Jan 31
Jan 31, 2026 at 7:32 AM UTC
Before we go inside
Roller rink cotton candy sticking to my fingers Sticky shared joints that we smoke down to stingers We can watch the stars twinkle in the parking lot As we talk about all the people that we think are hot Pretty sure I'm bi, by the way, I forgot It's been on my mind, broken record, nonstop Music from inside still sounds like a jam Before we hit the door, roach in the ash can
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Jan 31
Jan 31, 2026 at 7:32 AM UTC
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