Tell me a melody like why you're a person. The winter sun shining on the shed in our backyard charge battery. It's not that hard plumbers under the house insert faux-psychedelic swirls, symbolic pearls, girls with curls. A poison elixir, no it's not a cure, pure. Nothing more than a piece of trash, useless garbage, water heater. Substance and permanence. My name is Emily, in 7 years i'll be an alcoholic at some rave on ecstasy. Cold water, hot water, love the process, enjoy the process. Feed it to the cat. Never get what you want in the industry, promise forgiveness.
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