ceo liars are laughing
why relax when you're
away from me
i'll still be the person
you'll park and say
i wanna do what
i wanna do
it will take 8 blondes
u will frown still and
lie and be snow
war; for him it was bacon
and seeing tennis courts
i am red; i am a mistake
laughing in february
go rap like an american
i don't like the snow
freedom apparently disappears
a frightened nation, liars say
what they will
they lie and they need me
television pretends it's
thursday
thursdays burst and theories
turn to clay in february
stars silence a sandwich
go silence a sandwich
i have a way out, werewolf hippies
our theories say rap and they need
u and your blueberry sour straps
american guru; i am buying some
kind of cuban religion; he talks
to the world in his werewolf lover
bed
men are public and they like the red state
the sudden defense of muscles; man tries
to strangle men that are avian humans
they love no religion and to u, stars
women are dead and they walk and flip
it's all a lot of hullabaloo, people say
the real world moves
it sees the black in kennedy and mother
listens to the age of mistakes, there is
no taste like home
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