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Apr 2012
Sun go down. You come round. Tap your horn in my driveway

Smell so smooth. Spark so sharp. Light me to your latest song

Line so fine. Smoke so choke. Leaving low we're getting high

Drive all night. Bump til dawn. We'll all keep going, moving on
Krissy Schiller
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