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Jun 21
No no benders
Yes yes you a ware waitress
Un felt ice that won't bind
Ties that tip back
In your hand for the kids
Tuesdays her line
I stay across a pond
Timing nights dry

Sunday I'm still inside
Ties that hurt ya
Undone rooms in foots slop
Broken reason and shins
Foot and railroad
Ties that fine

Rent

Paris

Invent that piano mr fox

Priest wines on my timber

Mr fox
I miss energy I'm so finished with women
You know they have fire in that place

When the witch way comes looking
It was you
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kevin  44/M/california
(44/M/california)   
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