"you are an ass, a snake in the grass, and she seeps from out your pores. but baby it's time to pay for my crime, and nothing i can say could make you mine. you either sing it in key or run into me, but i can fake it as good as you. but tonight we'll leave all our spirit songs, we'll drive and reach the hills by dawn. my love is dressing me like a
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