I got a brand new pair of pants,
and a cool
these city-scaped dreams
these maddening machines
they're all that's between you
we were born
through thunderstorms
she smells like autumn gold
she grins another
i'm so sick of this sun
i don't care if i
from an orbiting station
i look down on the nation
and wonder
i wish all of my friends
would come knock upon my
she's the girl door
ya know, the girl next door
she doesn't
twenty million russians died in World War 2
You still think
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