turn around again but now you watch what we get to keep on.
the girl is running out.
the rocky shoreline, and stop what we thieve thieve
we want you.
what’s the word — without a thing to say.
yeah.
yeah you don't stop when girls own love
And we own them.
we are experiences and emotions
we're going to recognize the world as it backs away
ominous in bright antennae bristle
expression head-on, not always free.
different hearts beat on a cue to play and we know when you're working
you choose from you.
deal off and you can choose to free all or to just do it.
don't care.
need it,
you can
all right.
take that pussy, don't spend a cent.
wave after wave after time to recognize the magic, triumphant and bury the red.
ride on top.
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Zeke Elliott
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