So-? The skyscrapers top shelf bookstore.
Has moved to sing its self into the graudual H.Q.
orangaging around like a cadilac. Who can tell me
If she isnt crazy enouph to hide her beer and watch itnland in her lap.
Can I survive in this mess.
The fogs getting thicker and thicker,
Were sinking into the realm, the holy shrine painted along mail boxes,
Mail boxes, Dr. Cornell West sits and tells me about the weather.
He says I told ya it was going to be foggy.
I heard him do a speech once.
Hes the man.
Hes the man who gives you dirextions in the fog.
Oct 24, 2013
Oct 24, 2013 at 1:39 AM UTC
So-? The skyscrapers top shelf bookstore.
Has moved to sing its self into the graudual H.Q.
orangaging around like a cadilac. Who can tell me
If she isnt crazy enouph to hide her beer and watch itnland in her lap.
Can I survive in this mess.
The fogs getting thicker and thicker,
Were sinking into the realm, the holy shrine painted along mail boxes,
Mail boxes, Dr. Cornell West sits and tells me about the weather.
He says I told ya it was going to be foggy.
I heard him do a speech once.
Hes the man.
Hes the man who gives you dirextions in the fog.
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