I want my records back and that motorcycle gas tank that I, spraypainted black the owls have been talking to me but I'm sworn to secrecy
I woke up in a burnt out basement sleeping with metal hands in a spirit ditch
the moon it will rise with such horse laughter it's dragging pianos to the ocean if I had a home you'd know it'd be in a slide trombone
I woke up in a burnt out basement sleeping with metal hands in a spirit ditch
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