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traffic lite
03:06
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i know the blue and snow will melt away for one warm season. we've got the mindless, although if you were to write a play i know id see it to and fro. are you satisfied? with cigarettes and field research, whats the deadline? whos to see and whats it four long years i travelled home, upon a train destined for some alum. and i know ive wronged. if you were to paint a scene, id know the colors, shapes and themes. are you satisfied? being left out in the dark, whats the deadline? whos to meet and whats to learn. sinking time, ill sleep till 9, but im right there. if we were apologies im the white lie.
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eh cmon
04:53
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have you tried the latest trend thats all over newsfeeds? ive seen it online and read about it in multiple magazines. when drinking water, make sure to blend it. ive seen it in cafes all over bushwick. but ive tried to sing and dance the whole night away. im on the floor with the spins, doing the same bland things.
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scurf
04:16
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maybe im from seattle. maybe ive read up on zines. maybe i listen to battles. cobwebs and silk screens. you looked at mostly liberal arts. you said its not a reach. when winter flipped the calender, you couldnt even speak. maybe im just fucking around and i dont belong here. intoxicate so i dont have the time to waste in the corner or and uncomfortable situation. my moms a veterinarian. my dad lives out on the beach. turn of the century steam trains couldnt even compete. maybe im just fucking around and i dont belong here. intoxicate so i dont have the time to waste in the corner or and uncomfortable situation.
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drug mart
05:41
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i scroll one hundred x's on a phone that is used to excess. hes steady dying, he wont stop, he wont get better. older than zion, chicken pox and influenza. large fields of modern cash crops sing together at the local drug mart. relatives crying, he wont stop, he wont get better. wish i was lying, not strung out with tar and feathers. feeling french with cheap wine in hand, too much franzia i could be ferdinand. ive broken bottles and left them all over doorways. on top of buildings that scanned up my inner brain waves. large fields of modern cash crops sing together at the local drug mart. relatives crying, he wont stop, he wont get better. wish i was lying, not strung out with tar and feathers.
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off the hook
04:16
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get me off the hook. the contacts arent paging. take me to the morgan. jp sure is aging. ketchum in not far away, we'll label it a combat zone and go dance over hemingway. amongst the fog and the trees, forget about the loneliness and go dance over hemingway. no matters all too great. no matter what you say. its like the books she reads, plot twist fill the pages. it could be on the movie screen, a life coming of ages. just write a letter to me and table the impossible to go dine on old china plate. amongst the fog and the trees, forget about the loneliness and go dance over hemingway. no matters all too great. follow no magistrate. saved for cloudy day. no matters all too grey.
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656
04:28
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when in time, much to do without a say. its so careless not ignorant. when we dine amongst the forks and the plates, im not wirred just to be hear. when we get angry, much to do with my own ways, ill be there if you want me to be. but cant show you what i think i dont know.
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Julia Julian Antarctica
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