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If I lay in than I wake out, and feel my body stretch. there’s gorilla glue beneath my shoe that holy air can’t edge. it’s half past 6 2 ***** days tag closer to my head. “The moons been hot but you are not” the cocktail waitress said. Unleash the beast And sic the dogs to recovery what’s been lost. but hide the rug! that filthy smudge! my mother will be cross... Pour one down. Or is it out? Just get it in the glass! It’s almost noon there isn’t room, to think about the past. Go outstairs, no come downside, and pull me through thick time. Your cover’s blown, I’m still alone. Desperation is a crime. The vaudeville is passing still, and Buck will meet us there. Oh, don’t wait up! I’ve had enough, I’m lighter than the air…
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Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 10:20 PM UTC
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If I lay in than I wake out, and feel my body stretch. there’s gorilla glue beneath my shoe that holy air can’t edge. it’s half past 6 2 ***** days tag closer to my head. “The moons been hot but you are not” the cocktail waitress said. Unleash the beast And sic the dogs to recovery what’s been lost. but hide the rug! that filthy smudge! my mother will be cross... Pour one down. Or is it out? Just get it in the glass! It’s almost noon there isn’t room, to think about the past. Go outstairs, no come downside, and pull me through thick time. Your cover’s blown, I’m still alone. Desperation is a crime. The vaudeville is passing still, and Buck will meet us there. Oh, don’t wait up! I’ve had enough, I’m lighter than the air…
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Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 10:20 PM UTC
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