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And then there was slow, the falling of dandruff like snow and it's tough,I am taking the rough with the smooth or taking a ticket for the suicide booth,can't decide if I should get the return trip or just ride. And then there was slow, it's like you know where you're at but don't know where to go,so you put on a show and it folds the first night, bankrupted,disgusted, you walk, talking with crows in the slow.
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Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 6:00 AM UTC
Not plumbed in.
And then there was slow, the falling of dandruff like snow and it's tough,I am taking the rough with the smooth or taking a ticket for the suicide booth,can't decide if I should get the return trip or just ride. And then there was slow, it's like you know where you're at but don't know where to go,so you put on a show and it folds the first night, bankrupted,disgusted, you walk, talking with crows in the slow.
john-edward-smallshaw
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Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 6:00 AM UTC
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