play the guitar
play with your words and make a fucking poem
write down now and i'll spit in your lungs my lies
if you can say that why the fuckin hell you dont sleep with one wing broken?
throw it as long as i can see. I have stolen it.
Are we really ready?
oh, sweetie class room how are you? i like to come to you when i need to stay alone
i see your false wisdom eating your home, your ambition.
play with your words and make a fucking poem
write down now and i'll spit in your lungs my lies
if you can say that why the fuckin hell you dont sleep with one wing broken?
throw it as long as i can see. I have stolen it.
Are we really ready?
oh, sweetie class room how are you? i like to come to you when i need to stay alone
i see your false wisdom eating your home, your ambition.
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