and the fog forming on my window tells me that the morning here and you'll be gone before to long..who taught you those new tricks...damn i shouldnt start that talk...but life is one big question when your stairing at the clock..And the answers always waiting at the liquor store, 40 oz to Freedom....so I'll take that walk.
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i love sublime...
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