either on or off the drugs
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it’s like a metaphor and shit
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“Sore thumbs. Do they stick out…”
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Press Fire
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There’s only one
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“We have such sights to show you”
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Woof.
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Honeymoon at The Hotel Yorba
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Pandamonium:
8AM at the Palladium
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the moment my head exploded
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I need a hundred bedrooms in my boat
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I could cut through Zeus with a glance but, I’m a newborn baby at the sight of you.
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Bemusing me in the pit of a Metropolis.
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So very very fine.
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can you get to that?
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Let’s talk about cars
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It’s a day.
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wick wick wack
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yea yeah ya
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dang ol’ stupid dog
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a general feeling of discomfort
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if it don’t make dollas it don’t make sense