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Held a bird's egg between her breasts
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there's reasons for the road, I guess
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to document the indigenous,
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to paint and sketch
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paint and sketch
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I'm starting to fail to be impressed.
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United state of ricochet
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from the boardwalk to the Appian way
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the diamond files, the corporate raves
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you뭗 practically kill
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not to be afraid
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and I'm starting to choke
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on the things I say.
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Putting down.I'm putting down.
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I'm putting down.
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I'm putting down.I'm putting down.
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I'm putting down.
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I'm putting down.I'm putting down.
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I'm putting down.
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Browbeaten out from underneath your dress
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the documented indigenous civilization
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flipped its desk
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you know the rest, there is no rest
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and I'm starting to fail to know what's best.
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Putting down.I'm putting down.
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I'm putting down.
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I'm putting down.I'm putting down.
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I'm putting down.
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I'm putting down.I'm putting down.
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I'm putting down.
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Putting Down
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