it's pouring down in glace bay,
i must admit i've
Those times i recall when I sit back and drag
I'm breathing, it's harder now, with all the cigarettes I
Wriggling through these riddles all the time,
scratching patches of my
I drink the red, I spit it up, tipping my
days unfold, tales I'm sold.
Consider the others,
I'm loving the lovers,
this
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