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My mind is a colour to get out my mouth |
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My tongue is a pill that |
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I can't spit out |
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Make no bones, about it |
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We're older now, than |
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I like to admit |
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My midnight image casts no shadow |
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An overturned city as our grass will grow |
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Make no bones, about it |
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We're older now, than |
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I like to admit |
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Suppose it's the right time |
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Suppose it's the right time |
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Suppose it's the right time |
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Suppose it's the right time |
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Suppose it's the right time |
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Suppose it's the right time |
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Suppose it's the right time |
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Suppose it's the right time |
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Each steps on a snake fills my lungs [?] |
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Allison, my slip of the tongue |
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No thoughts no turning back |
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I She knows me better than |
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I No blots no semen it's energy wasted |
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Make no bones, about it |
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We're older now, than |
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I like to admit |
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Suppose it's the right time |
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Suppose it's the right time |
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Suppose it's the right time |
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Suppose it's the right time... |
