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Rollin’ on some rubber bubbles fastened to poles. Climbing up the compass, troubled, as I make my way home.
My love is huddled up. Her collegiate soul has a hole just like mine. Yesterday it was full but I had to go.
Rollin’ on some rubber bubbles fastened to poles. Climbing up the compass, troubled, as I make my way home.
My love is huddled up. Her collegiate soul has a hole just like mine. Yesterday it was full but I had to go.