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Impending rain through the gut rut strain A letter stamped and ready to gain Impending media menaces straight on through A touch of pepper was what she wanted to know A listen of the booth towards the man's moon lit Whistle for the sinister because we all got sisters Either you hear me Or you ain't got nothing to say Good night to the morning because I ain't trying to see you We used to be something but things got boring Bent post cards meant everything she meant to lie Cut another piece of that fibbing apple pie A showman knows when the audience is rolling They breathe it in and know when it stinks Thanks for the lot but smother me another time I got some reasons I ain't feeling fine Puking out the nonsense so I don't walk it off Curb stump near me so I can start to bear it A silly **** bump near the ever clear rear Wishing for the fear to leave me every night dear Dawn break sticks near my window right about now Eye rubbing madness for the cook that boils sadness Cash for me with my woman far away Round this corner I think I might have my stay
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Jun 7, 2011
Jun 7, 2011 at 10:17 PM UTC
Round This Corner
Impending rain through the gut rut strain A letter stamped and ready to gain Impending media menaces straight on through A touch of pepper was what she wanted to know A listen of the booth towards the man's moon lit Whistle for the sinister because we all got sisters Either you hear me Or you ain't got nothing to say Good night to the morning because I ain't trying to see you We used to be something but things got boring Bent post cards meant everything she meant to lie Cut another piece of that fibbing apple pie A showman knows when the audience is rolling They breathe it in and know when it stinks Thanks for the lot but smother me another time I got some reasons I ain't feeling fine Puking out the nonsense so I don't walk it off Curb stump near me so I can start to bear it A silly **** bump near the ever clear rear Wishing for the fear to leave me every night dear Dawn break sticks near my window right about now Eye rubbing madness for the cook that boils sadness Cash for me with my woman far away Round this corner I think I might have my stay
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ashby-brown
Jun 7, 2011
Jun 7, 2011 at 10:17 PM UTC
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