March 2012
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February 2012
Easin on down the yellow brick road, moonwalkn...
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High sex gets you closer to God.
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Are you… Can you…Were you? (Felt)
I can’t explain it with words
I have to do it
The ship I came here on vanished
We automatic
Don’t try to plan it
But chyeah, just when it comes, handle it
Behind the lessons
Miles beneath the slick dressing
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