Shades shudder in the breeze
I stir in this replica of
In the film they made us
a little more articulate
a little
Pretty girl, I'll pay you
Viral strains of the radio
When the
No one feels alone
No one needs to know
I put all
The kingdom of God is a party
of marksmen and mercenaries
And
It was dark in the middle of the day
the summer
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