Go as a luxury pass on to the middle class
Why
If you are born with it
It's a gift you won't
I am a whore so I sleep with boys
It isn't
My name's anthony
And I am tony guest
I live in manchester
I
We're coming
They're going
They're smoking their hash
Spending your address
We'v
Hear soft echoes
The drums in the distance
Like buried treasure
I'm measuring
One-two-three-four-five-six-seven . . .
1,2,3,4,5,6,7
A,b,c,d,e
B-a-d d-a-y
Spel
For all those who wanna analyze me
For all those who
You're like the missing piece
Of a day's old puzzle
Try to
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