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Gas line on Parallel with the pipe Busy in the kitchen Food not gon make itself Breeze on my neck Clouds in the sky Feelin a lil bit like 4th of July No flags on this house The whole neighborhood is decorated The older we get get The more I miss Kirkwood parades & fireworks Cooks outs at the pool & pruned feet I can still remember How my skin would sizzle When the sparklers popped It wasn't that hot Sticky hands from watermelon Couldn't escape the flies Feels a bit like the 4th of July Sulfur explodes in the sky And in the neighbors drive The smell is overwhelming As we walk through the smokey streets "It looks like war" she said Let freedom ring
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Jul 11, 2010
Jul 11, 2010 at 4:04 AM UTC
4th of July
Gas line on Parallel with the pipe Busy in the kitchen Food not gon make itself Breeze on my neck Clouds in the sky Feelin a lil bit like 4th of July No flags on this house The whole neighborhood is decorated The older we get get The more I miss Kirkwood parades & fireworks Cooks outs at the pool & pruned feet I can still remember How my skin would sizzle When the sparklers popped It wasn't that hot Sticky hands from watermelon Couldn't escape the flies Feels a bit like the 4th of July Sulfur explodes in the sky And in the neighbors drive The smell is overwhelming As we walk through the smokey streets "It looks like war" she said Let freedom ring
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Jul 11, 2010
Jul 11, 2010 at 4:04 AM UTC
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