he wandered down to the shadow of grass and took three times as many. spent the day. broke the morning.

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steel chair to the back rub and face hate. miracle money make happy to be hard. this post-modern world wants me dead. [solo] [solo2]. tell me you like it. don't stop... the patron saint of lost causes.

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he's home, he's always home. bethroned and unknown.

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thanks to ms. mountain {tunes}

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