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Mar 2010
Sleepy eyes don't close
crossed eyes don't move
Loud mouth won't shut
I'm rich with no clothes
I'm dancing with no groove
I'm skinny with a gut
Smoking my days
Drinking my nights
Pale but soaking up rays
Free with no rights
I'm Boston
I'm Hollywood
Suicidal with no gun
And the *** is so good.
Written by
Rachael
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   Coyote Siren
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