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nature on the move

Each year a little taller
Each year my branches longer
The company comes and goes
With the weather
You were from another wood 
Looking

lipstick and I was watching the minutes lull
Two cynical loners looking for love in the company of the miserable
A living rendition of Sid and Nancy
Only

carves sorrow
The fuller you fill the cup now
The easy road keeps on running
The bigger man he keeps up

How they keep me rocking on
The sea will soak in

i never fuck raw

Give me the head
You keep the coochie
I aint never talk

Can you stop walking in my room
Like do you mind

I got some company
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On Emmett Till grave, it's February, 'bout to act out
For twenty-eight days have white women suck my black cock (The Lunch Crew Company)
Man, your pockets