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Laughter on his
The smell of clandestine hits
The he will aspire
To the piece that he desires

for the rest
Know his and second guess
it's on his shirt
The telltale with which he flirts

And it's on the today
Ringing in your ears in the way

He won't be coming out
From the into the fray
From a broken egg the storm is born

blind with rage
The caress of hell to pay

She is all the to all of me
She is clandestine

She is now
Brilliant from off the bow
He is on the
towards untouched points west

She return
Deep within our
We'll add it to our tab and away

She is now to me
Everywhere in all I and see
And it's on the today
Ringing in your it's in the way

I wonder she'd say
But her face is a memory
And she got the new york times to read
If may see today

If may speak today
I know just what say
To of folks you may be a saint
But a death threat still you feel faint

If may could today
But the worms just eat
may was yesterday