shed your oversize clothes
feel the dirt between your toes
and walk
my hands are open, my soul is on fire
and i'm
something in my head don't feel so straight since i
there was a boy and a lady
and between them seven
Oh, looking to the cracks,
At the blood on the money
just leave all your things
believe me my dead
the horses approach,
let your broken little black moon fall
and spin your silhouette
Flip from a car, split the road in two
I felt
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