me and my baby
we drank some magic tea
we`re crusing down the rural roads
aesthetics of poverty
i`m going down for the last time
i shifted to my level
can you receive what you give me
somebody should set you free
in the morning
when you wash your hair
i love those simple things that
make me know your there
come every sunday evening
it`s leftovers from the weekenders
lost limbs to identify
frustration for the grieving
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