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Oct 2017
Mhm
She says
Loves the white lines
On the table
And now it's up her head

She can't get enough
Loving the effects
Separating white lines
Now she's upside down

Can't hear the reason
The sirens
Eyes all the way up
And head down
Her head isn't working

she likes it
So she's doing it
On the weekdays

Maybe even on Saturday's
eileen
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