All I want to do is make friends
Make money with my friends
Then go back to where I live like it’s miles away
Maybe significant in my lip
Maybe trudging through abyss
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How guttural is everything?
I speak, I’m under-leveraging
Someone get a measure of this foolishness there’s must have been
Some mistake somewhere along
The waves are coming up a bit
The waves are coming up a bit
Peter Piper picked a fight on psilocybin
Quit his job and then retired
This is quite a hill to die on
Someone fetch my trench coat
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