you can pray all day to satan
you can drive pretty
i can't stand to see your picture
on the dress where
if you shut out the sun, the day will never
Shitfaced, fumbling in a dark place, drinking in the last
come on down, the furthest reaches of your nowhere town
they
his indiscretions, you dont mind
he says your thoughts need for
but
you were a friend or maybe a twin
i never really
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