Always a fine one grabbing
The hand gun
I have fifteen channels
Delorla
I feel so bombarded by this twisted rage
No one's to
So, we'll play it out like
Young children in beat up
Wranglers
You’ll be like a radio
Tune in tune out
Song too quiet
Static
Today I’ll be your girl
Tomorrow I’ll step off this yard
Time
So rosy, all my cheeks so rosy
I feel like the
How finer the days go
How purple the numbness of these
Waded down by the water underneath the sound
Waited for the
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