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When the dopamine hits Tongue whips Colours claw My heart skips I start to warm To people, the outside When the dopamine hits Play, quips Imagination is alive.
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Jun 10, 2025
Jun 10, 2025 at 12:17 AM UTC
Hip thrusts and gold dust
When the dopamine hits Tongue whips Colours claw My heart skips I start to warm To people, the outside When the dopamine hits Play, quips Imagination is alive.
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Jun 10, 2025
Jun 10, 2025 at 12:17 AM UTC
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