| Single fold sick insert design in junk
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| Grocery bag sleeve all the colours drunk
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| Texts of confusion and joy
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| Pink plastic pressing for bratfink
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| That’s right
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| he’s gone
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| wrapped up
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| chiffon
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| Sealed tight
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| hung up
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| street mouth
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| sad pup
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| Shards of sweetshine of voice and flute
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| Street mouth decodes the bluesking dude
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| Girlfriends will love the way we clip
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| Our split release on the thrashman
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| On top
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| a drop
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| fake blood
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| fresh mud
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| They’re gone
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| for good
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| except
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| this one
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| Howling scriptures to the mother earth
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| O mother Africa awake yr son
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| To all the mommas with the money eyes
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| This kind of love comes as no surprise
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| Caught shadow
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| in sex meadow
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| Little darlings describe the scene
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| Purring notions of the dripping dream
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| We’ve been searching for the cream dream wax
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| Lathe killers make the meters crack
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| Caught shadow
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| in sex meadow
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| Purring notions of the dripping dream
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| The kinda girls with the money eyes
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| Howling scriptures to the mother earth
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| O mother Africa awake yr sun
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| Caught shadow
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| in sex meadow
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| Little darlings describe the scene
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| To all the mommas with the money eyes
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| Purring notions of the dripping dream
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| This kinda love comes in any size
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| Sensation shaking us from sleep
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| Hey Ethiopia were free
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| The dripping dream in cream-o-wax
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| Disk drops from yr hand and it cracks |