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A right turn gone wrong.
Nothing but the dust
Left to fill your lungs up.
Have to choke and choke and choke.
Reprecussion, what got us this form, facilitation for feeling listless
Reprecussion, what got us this form, facilitation for feeling listless
The son sits out in the sun.
And thats when he calls ’father’.
He realized a long time ago, he’s never coming home no.
Reprecussion, what got us this form, facilitation for feeling listless
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