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acacia  Jul 2020
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acacia Jul 2020
here i am, growing up, never thought id try, onceagain to build it up, but then id die -- watching roadblocks form inside ... through the window
window of gold you dazzle i can fit through you you shine you show me why i cry, take pills and never die, drink songs and high unwind, through the window

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