wake up everyone.
It started so innocent, A way to get ahead, get some head, hustle that bread. Then got over again Under-fed, oh the dread – the shakes, the anger, Where to go, who to call, (Gotta make that connection Make that connection) What to do when i can’t wrap my hands around My favorite piece, mirrored… Read more
The battle wages onwards, Against fine lines and wrinkles. Let me get my coat.
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