summer
sky
cold
no rain
feel the love
like
monkeys from heaven
touch the magic
like a bus in the city
drown in dry sand
moving
to the beat
starting to end
starting from the end
like a video game
or an autosave
drafted to
fight for army of none
burrowing into
regression
theres great real estate
to be had
just look out for
boll weevils
don't ever forget
what time it is
911
911
911
porsche carrera
you mid life crisis
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