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Aug 2016
How shallow do you have to be
before I can walk on water
There's dew on the grass
am I getting warmer
Look at me like I don't exist
Look at me with pure disgust
Adjust the pressure and let it rust
Throw away the keys it could be fun
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what a waste
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   John Rameu, Slur pee and acacia
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