| Laughing at your good advice
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| Formula unfolding city wide
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| Cycles overtaking form and file
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| Erased in spite of your good advice
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| Defaced and tired of your good advice
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| Crossing some creek or small river somewhere in north, northwest boder of
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| Germany, something like that. |
| Uhm, Yeah, I think its _____ there something to
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| the right, right, right, yeah. |
| Yeah, I don’t know, man. |
| The morale here is
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| pretty fucking low alright. |
| I think we might be breaking up. |
| No, no,
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| not that it’s what’s best or anything, but I, uhm, it might not be a matter of
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| choice, you know. |
| Uhm, yeah just, yeah, right, right, just uh, just see what
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| you can do on your end about sending in some help and in the meantime I will
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| just do my best to keep losses and such kept to a minimum here. |
| And if there’s
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| any, any sure way to secure a sort of refuge where the folks are more friendly,
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| so whatever, right, let me know, or anything else, anything else,
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| let me know this first
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| Laughing at your good advice
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| Formula folds city wide
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| Cycles over form and file
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| Erased in spite of your good advice
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| Defaced in spite of your good advice
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| Erased in spite of your good advice
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| Defaced in spite of your good advice
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| Erased in spite of your good advice
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| Defaced in spite of your good advice |