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Mar 2014
"money doesn't talk, it swears"
bob you've just done too much acid
i've seen money talk
i've seen the gods plots
if every day is a miracle you are probably about to rot
if everything is going your way, it's about to take a turn into a dark lot
park
stay
feel like you've been driving around for days
money doesn't talk, it prays
Broken Condom
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   Catrina Sparrow
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