Sell your soul for a few measly thousands.
Stop traffic, flailing your arms vaguely for some kind of an answer.
What kind of world are you - for the lost & meandering, do you have a place?
When we sing, we sync, when there's a tussle, why can't we sleep?
Slip & fall. Let it rain when it's not supposed to.
Stop traffic, flailing your arms vaguely for some kind of an answer.
What kind of world are you - for the lost & meandering, do you have a place?
When we sing, we sync, when there's a tussle, why can't we sleep?
Slip & fall. Let it rain when it's not supposed to.
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