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freezing garage grav **** hits hands shaking, lungs quaking drunken moms vomiting dead center in king sized beds on graduation night fast girls climbing wildly out of little sister's window once the street lights lay low dark basements full of ***** boys, and bongs building our bad habits homesick, always homesick, for a place that doesn't exist
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Jan 12, 2013
Jan 12, 2013 at 1:38 AM UTC
old daze
freezing garage grav **** hits hands shaking, lungs quaking drunken moms vomiting dead center in king sized beds on graduation night fast girls climbing wildly out of little sister's window once the street lights lay low dark basements full of ***** boys, and bongs building our bad habits homesick, always homesick, for a place that doesn't exist
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Jan 12, 2013
Jan 12, 2013 at 1:38 AM UTC
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