chord spine the way of a splinter
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masked bags with mixed days that didn't
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rhyme to me or speak to me rhyme to me or speak to me
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tan lines that burn in the winter
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mixed up with masks that didn't
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rhyme to me or speak to me.
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I cried my quarters to sleep I didn't leave them
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one on one with the woman in a magazine
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looking at fast drying paint cans
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looking at fast drying paint cans.
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Chord spine the way of a splinter
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mask bags with mixed days that didn't
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rhyme to me or speak to me
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stuffed chokes the day in my heartbox
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early mourning heatlamp that couldn't
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rhyme to me speak to me.
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I cried my quarters to sleep
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I didn't leave them
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one on one with the woman in a magazine
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looking at fast drying paint cans
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looking at fast drying paint cans.
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I look forward to hearing from you.
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Bagmask
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| 6gig |
