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Black thrush magic, Sam told me 'bout it Spit shining a T32, spiders hanging in the psych ward Hard cores in rotten apples, illicit samples Lines of camels in the desert, dive in head first A drop of water in an open eyelid I ran and hid Can't find me I can see, finally A way out, forward, round about Fillet of trout, cutthroat A new demeanor called hope
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Jul 6, 2019
Jul 6, 2019 at 2:29 AM UTC
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Black thrush magic, Sam told me 'bout it Spit shining a T32, spiders hanging in the psych ward Hard cores in rotten apples, illicit samples Lines of camels in the desert, dive in head first A drop of water in an open eyelid I ran and hid Can't find me I can see, finally A way out, forward, round about Fillet of trout, cutthroat A new demeanor called hope
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Jul 6, 2019
Jul 6, 2019 at 2:29 AM UTC
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