Methamphetamines, pink flaming call,The faith his queen, the oister cloth.Further the dream, why don’t we goTo calm me out?*no such person*Windy autumn, the gal had sung,The record spins, put fifty songThe render look so chemin,Neon palm sweat.Words have a name where do we go,The Jersey Shore it’s long agoAs we fly hopes and ocean growsAnd so I be with you,Farewell.
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