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Four figure eights, Only on the edge, never straight, Slowly swimming into madness, Calmly chaotic, never sedate. Frantic fingers, fumbling for a fix, For without it, we're ever anxious
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Mar 3, 2017
Mar 3, 2017 at 2:48 AM UTC
Underdose
Four figure eights, Only on the edge, never straight, Slowly swimming into madness, Calmly chaotic, never sedate. Frantic fingers, fumbling for a fix, For without it, we're ever anxious
stay in school, if you want to, loser.
david-mitchell
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Mar 3, 2017
Mar 3, 2017 at 2:48 AM UTC
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