i want to be in a motercycle gang
gangreen and mean
Fucked and so lonely
Waiting for you to realize where we've
how's your bell-curve?
mine's right-skewed average low. very low.
and the river
Under a red sky, I told her, "I want to
i'm gonna shout until i'm hoarse,
drink until i can't see,
someday i'll show you around a monster-free tokyo,
and out footsteps
i can survive, but i don't know if i want
oh! she looks trodden upon in the most prettiest way,
in
from up here the pacific looks like fire and things
was further out than you thought
wind-swept and current-caught.
not knee-deep, b
the sun is shining on me, finally. finally.
and you walk
it's clear, my dear, we're dead or almost there.
This drink
i suggest you only ever tell lies.
because once you tell
we fought. we fought hard.
you beat me - ripped out
things are here, and you're over there
and in between: land,
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