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Jan 21, 2016

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So much on my mind that I can't recline / Blastin holes in the night til she bled sunshine Breathe in, inhale vapors from bright stars that shine / Breathe out, weed smoke retrace the skyline Heard the bass ride out like an ancient mating call / I can't take it y'all, I can feel the city breathing Chest heaving, against the flesh of the evening / Sigh before we die like the last train leaving Read more at:
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