since I'm putting down all of the true things around but I like it I handed down the crown given the jewels and the answers of may the thought of being ousted comes and goes when I think about it the wind blows I hate it
run me out of town somewhere a move might intended a gown at pissed at all the bowels always the blues and a delicate smile missed all of the sideways gull and noun chills and petty band-aids wrapped around I hate it good grief
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