presenting pretense. in this age of bedside woes, we're presenting
you don't have to say anything. actions speak louder than
i saw you sittin' there i was tryin' not to
simple dreams instilled in you crushing blow to the head
Ten gallons, two two-tone snakeskin boots with rolled sleeves. [High
something's growing inside me burning deep under my skin swollen
back to the beginning. it's the end of me. i
don't forget to come back. i'm always here. right where
the meathook of randall terry plowed up my rectum agh!
the sun went down wearing black on black. we watched
"sorry the soft kid wasn't dead from the start, but
you're not here you're not here you're not here you're
the hippest of hip is as good as dead. he
Nine belt loops down to six brings me fame!
Looking never seeing. Falling never landing. Earthquakes stand in doorways
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