It's on the word
And now another spill out
Into space
We heard the rumble of a faint explosion,
Sending waves that
This place is growing old,
Weathering, aging.
Seasons flicker by.
It gives the
I’m screwing college freshman
and desperate housewives
Could it be I’m stuck
Here is your blue-print, now find a location somewhere beyond
Tip of the iceberg setting free its greater half,
Strange how
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