trace your jonesin' to the house we'd camped in all winter virgin mothers crowding the quarters extreme prediction to i don't know the boredom you've felt is all a dream i should know i've visited twice and plan to go back next year for a vacation with the whole fam convenience store sore eyes haunt my bespectacled life exquisite salivating an ivory whirlpool pardon me the film blurts of course it's styrofoam the leopard's eyes are made of and of course you can pet it it was you vs. the city your left hook spun the streets like a fiend's eyes aimed at cornered world settles in a candle for your mouth to shove through the inky tentacled nettles of dark we are made of what the stars shot back
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