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Back and forth I feel sea sick But when I wake up I swear I have amnesia. Can't recall who I called to have pleasure, but why applaud something when my hands are down like tree trunks? Watever that means..
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Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 3:02 AM UTC
Crave what I hate
Back and forth I feel sea sick But when I wake up I swear I have amnesia. Can't recall who I called to have pleasure, but why applaud something when my hands are down like tree trunks? Watever that means..
Xelle
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Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 3:02 AM UTC
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