first you aint in neutral
crash and feelings are ****** rule
when god saw all my shrubs he called my thumbs fruitful
holy i am not when it comes to clothing
friends think this ***** lock has gotten old when
they dont even know if the winning team was home then
small town grown
living loaning
feeling torn
my sleeves are showing
September out blowing
the rest of my summer away
newport a day
keeps my cancer close to the bay
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