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I love you too
We need constant words
Bonds
Days eyes, saw the knife
Secure
Our coffee-colored belly
Dirtty each
Blown from roads Just up the street
We have mistakes,
The voices are color
I mixed the blood drain
Driven from the roads we had already driven
Blood smile sounds States.
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