THIS TIME I'M TELLING YOU THE WHOLE STORY
Golden shoes like the
gods wore wings
there is so much
more done inside
they didn't get up to
their eyebrows much
do not lean self on
the inside anymore now
ageless fencing to keep
the right people in
who's supposed to
know the difference
a red ball means hers
if falling up the object
desire ran your life so
let it run your death.
gods wore wings
there is so much
more done inside
they didn't get up to
their eyebrows much
do not lean self on
the inside anymore now
ageless fencing to keep
the right people in
who's supposed to
know the difference
a red ball means hers
if falling up the object
desire ran your life so
let it run your death.
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