too much is never enough
super-size my eyes like satellites
they say
Beneath these feet, underneath the thick concrete… there used to
they say every great western has its cowboy
they say every
this freedom rings,
it stings my skin like the chill of
I gotta know what makes you tick it’s on your
Sometimes I feel more dead than alive. I try, try,
Let your mamma know I've got a PHD in cheap
Is this the place, the place I wake up everyday?
She’s got wolf’s style with a sheep’s smile
She’s got ruffled
the writing on the walls says this town ain't ours
You can tell he's been calm since the day he
I’m sorry baby I know it’s your birthday…
But I spent
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