is it safe in the care of your judger to breathe the best you can, or is it left to me to understand why we're talking? but in the backdrop of this car park, shit, i think i know you man! i think i share the guilt on which you stand. we're survived by no one - when we die we're dead and gone. i'm making bets that i'll better myself, while praying on my bed you'll come. there’s no shirt, no shoes, come on! but keep talking to the soundtrack of this sofa. i'm wishing all my friends were drunk. pissed up, they'll forgive all that i've done.
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