| Our temple lemon-flavored rain
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| She peels an orange on the Hunts Cross train
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| They’re playing radios in garrish slums
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| She plays Vivaldi all night long
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| She’s my love flavored melting blue delicious
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| She’s my love flavored melting blue delicious
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| She’s on the Northern Line
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| She can’t stop
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| They’re smokin' white stuff all night shop
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| She paints her toenails «Spectral Blue»
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| She’s like a candle half burned through
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| She’s my love flavored melting blue delicious
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| She’s love flavored melting blue delicious
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| She’s my love flavored melting blue delicious
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| She’s love flavored melting blue delicious |