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Post by Pruz on Jan 29, 2018 19:56:04 GMT -4
The things that seem so clear The holes inside of my wheels Leaking oil to steam your engines And to wax your stainless steel
But to be left on the streets Sitting there I get ran over Losing more than just air Being dragged down into the clovers
I’m unsure if I am A kind man or a friend Who wants to help you Or start again
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