♪
Whatever happened to our meets ♪
♪
Sleeps at the shop of cameras,
joy and sweet pain,
I scream ♪
♪ Everywhere there's a heater,
a franco
to hold on to.
Jake.
♪ Salty sorrow sweeps over me to winlagen on the station,
a coyote,
I am on the white
doors.
We do not lie.
They never break the hammers that
fill the sand of doom.
Like if that shame were to fail, then it simply
will cease to be something.
Amen.
Song.
I
never would have thought...
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