| You are my extreme trip, another extreme trip.
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| In the ocean of those rhymes, I drown abuse and your cry.
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| You are my extreme trip, my next extreme trip.
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| A bunch of leftist intrigues, sharp-cutting razors.
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| You are my extreme trip, another extreme trip.
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| In the ocean of those rhymes, I drown abuse and your cry.
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| You are my extreme trip, my next extreme trip.
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| A bunch of leftist intrigues, sharp-cutting razors.
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| I will definitely forget your damn smell.
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| I will throw the past overboard and ignore the entire support.
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| I'll wash your ink with absinthe, I'll tear your fashionable blouse to shreds.
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| Yes, you will remember all this, tensing your every muscle.
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| Your Apple will sit down and no one will help you.
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| You're obsessed with Johnny Depp, I'm obsessed with younger actresses.
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| There are two of us in this room, there is quiet horror in your wide pupils.
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| Glasses will burst from screaming and howling, but you will only make it worse.
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| You are my extreme trip, another extreme trip.
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| In the ocean of those rhymes, I drown abuse and your cry.
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| You are my extreme trip, my next extreme trip.
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| A bunch of leftist intrigues, sharp-cutting razors.
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| You are my extreme trip, another extreme trip.
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| In the ocean of those rhymes, I drown abuse and your cry.
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| You are my extreme trip, my next extreme trip.
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| A bunch of leftist intrigues, sharp-cutting razors.
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| I'll call you anyway
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| Again this cloudy morning.
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| I will say that I love you very much
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| Don't look that I've been completely removed again.
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| I will drop and fall into the urban,
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| I will stretch my palms to the sky.
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| Be here my ray of light
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| In this dusty and dull ceiling.
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| Stars don't fall from the sky
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| Your cursed smell is in the air of the district.
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| I'll throw the past overboard
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| An uninteresting saga, caption:
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| "Your worthless and faithful scribbler."
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| The wings have long been broken, which means -
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| It will definitely be a bad landing.
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| You are my extreme trip, another extreme trip.
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| In the ocean of those rhymes, I drown abuse and your cry.
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| You are my extreme trip, my next extreme trip.
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| A bunch of leftist intrigues, sharp-cutting razors.
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| You are my extreme trip, another extreme trip.
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| In the ocean of those rhymes, I drown abuse and your cry.
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| You are my extreme trip, my next extreme trip.
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| A bunch of leftist intrigues, sharp-cutting razors. |