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Co-ed rooms don't mean co-ed showers. Whoops.

The streets are paved with booze sticky sweet on bare feet I made Lemy laugh over a light, under the over cast sky Broken bones stab through coble stone scales towers old as time Where's the crime? Ha, cops don't have guns if you can out run them your in the clear I’ll drag those cases, it pays yah.
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