one bird, one stone. one father, one son. patriarchy
Look out into the freeway eyes of the party.
i been falling down much like this ever since i
My father was run out of this town, a coward
I can't lie. There's a hole in my life
There's a place in my heart that won't kiss you
[__ like water?] by uninspired writers. for every punk, a
(you make a man feel real safe)
i live in a
There's no way out of the trouble you're in.
juggling balls are falling to the brown grass
and on the
I enable my [something] to forge a little more in
They were born beautiful, so right away
They swore that they'd
Faith in traffic
Faith in healthy horses
Faith in the salts of
Saturday I could hand you your Saturday, I can send
my too-hard-trier, you're a consumer
and you don't believe in me
you're
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