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I got no strings to keep me here though born of earth of mother brown and father white bored I listen to music: "you're so natural - you're so free" "I'm seeing red' "thats when I reach for my revolver" it happened in Southampton ("say you don't want it"). Later, holed up in brick and stucco prisons that last a lifetime there wasn't much to do when there was time to do it
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Oct 22, 2016
Oct 22, 2016 at 4:44 PM UTC
Wenn ich Kultur höre
I got no strings to keep me here though born of earth of mother brown and father white bored I listen to music: "you're so natural - you're so free" "I'm seeing red' "thats when I reach for my revolver" it happened in Southampton ("say you don't want it"). Later, holed up in brick and stucco prisons that last a lifetime there wasn't much to do when there was time to do it
jiminy-littly
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Oct 22, 2016
Oct 22, 2016 at 4:44 PM UTC
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