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Get up and dance Put on those moccasins that make you move from out in France  Into the Indies then Polynesian isles. Pour the green skies upon those frozen and dried out.  Bring gratitude to those whom frequently pout  And the mission to gain commission How the mantras from mamas mouth  Shoot from the sky. So sly the way we will slip into the nostalgic reminisce  Lights on the red carpet  And the set of lies  Are we doing this?  We don't mention How Buddha ******  Budapest in the name of the most auromatheraputic  And orginally tell the Chinese nike labourers who do this.  Though they suit me,  I resuit this with prudent force for those law benders  Of the b.a.r. We will cough on tough tycoons and yet bow to stars.  Oh my legend, how far have we looked and have we come  Jumping out of the Nintendo Nes(t) We have entertained our self enough   We've won son. But find me lagging on a wooden broom  Brimming on the outskirts of your psyche  Just when you thought  Sike you didn't not cite me. Please bibliograph my flight plan or pattern  And as you gaze upon the moon I make my second meander on Saturn  The orbit  In finding sudden satisfaction with norbit  I've asked. How bliss is ignorance?  We blend all the blinding lights of the prism and still white and ****  Siss  Disdain on dose dat ain't domestic  Still ******* kicking and  My legs are there to test this  Theory  and jeering with slack  I'm looking back.  I fear the peers of tired whites and blacks  Those that act that they have nothing to loose  By continually hitting the snooze  Oh we will leave you like leaves grounded in the grooves  These four leaf clues  Clovers, slipping out of my palms  Mark you like wolverines claws  Like jar heads Jumpin in to the jabber jagged jaw of jaws  Subservient marine.  Prate in the truth of those words until you(they) know just what they mean.  Ya seen?  Good?
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Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 10:32 AM UTC
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Get up and dance Put on those moccasins that make you move from out in France  Into the Indies then Polynesian isles. Pour the green skies upon those frozen and dried out.  Bring gratitude to those whom frequently pout  And the mission to gain commission How the mantras from mamas mouth  Shoot from the sky. So sly the way we will slip into the nostalgic reminisce  Lights on the red carpet  And the set of lies  Are we doing this?  We don't mention How Buddha ******  Budapest in the name of the most auromatheraputic  And orginally tell the Chinese nike labourers who do this.  Though they suit me,  I resuit this with prudent force for those law benders  Of the b.a.r. We will cough on tough tycoons and yet bow to stars.  Oh my legend, how far have we looked and have we come  Jumping out of the Nintendo Nes(t) We have entertained our self enough   We've won son. But find me lagging on a wooden broom  Brimming on the outskirts of your psyche  Just when you thought  Sike you didn't not cite me. Please bibliograph my flight plan or pattern  And as you gaze upon the moon I make my second meander on Saturn  The orbit  In finding sudden satisfaction with norbit  I've asked. How bliss is ignorance?  We blend all the blinding lights of the prism and still white and ****  Siss  Disdain on dose dat ain't domestic  Still ******* kicking and  My legs are there to test this  Theory  and jeering with slack  I'm looking back.  I fear the peers of tired whites and blacks  Those that act that they have nothing to loose  By continually hitting the snooze  Oh we will leave you like leaves grounded in the grooves  These four leaf clues  Clovers, slipping out of my palms  Mark you like wolverines claws  Like jar heads Jumpin in to the jabber jagged jaw of jaws  Subservient marine.  Prate in the truth of those words until you(they) know just what they mean.  Ya seen?  Good?
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goodmorning-myles
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Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 10:32 AM UTC
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