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fair to say he's fairly sedated most days of the week.

habits here too, you’re the worst, your structure compensates, but compensation feels a lot like rising up to dominate by track two.

walk in like you deserve it.

welcome to the style you haven't seen in a while, it's lavish.

east is up.

i would swim the paladin strait without any flotation, just a glimpse of visual aid of you on the other shoreline.

you don't have to drop, drop, drop.

get the door to blow you away.

don't let me be gone. don't let me be gone. don't let me be gone. don't let me be gone.

folina, sahlo folina.

feet planted on grip tape with my shoulders square and my back straight.

snow falls down from the grey sky.

i'm all in, i'm surrounded. put my money where my mouth is even though i'm past the point of no return.

you should bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce

we spent some weekends on the grind, surveillance is outside, we see when you arrive.

i wanted to be a better brother, better son.

guess i better move to a fresher approach.

my opinion will not be lenient. my opinion, it's real convenient. our words are loud, but now i'm talking action.

be rest assured that christmas saves the year.

oh don't you test me though, just because i play the piano doesn't mean i am not willing to take you down, i'm sorry.

they know what i mean.

then the day that it happened, i recorded this last bit.

you should bounce, bounce, bounce, man.

it's a backslide, i hate the surprise.

you were one of those classic ones, i wish she knew you.

it's a different blue and it's deeper than it's been.

swallowed by the vignette.

i'm a bit too old to run away.

nice to know my kind will be on my side, i don't believe the hype.

you know i had to do one, you know i had to do one, you know i had to do one on the record for you.

what i was wearing, the yellow dashes in the street.

can't stop thinking about if and when i die, for now i see that if and when are truly different cries, for if is purely panic and when is solemn sorrow and one invades today, while the other spies tomorrow.