I was born custodian of the summer
And summer eats the
Oh, isn't it strange, that people have eyes
That sit, twitching
Last night, when everyone left I held you down
Shining a
Take these silver bullets, I don't need them now
Well I
Going to a party downtown and I knew the crowd
And
Let's go out on that wing
Looking for things, getting excited
Talking
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