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I found the book from 1935 Read every word as if the last Typewritten under the evening sun Twenty-four hours away In The Hut, he worked all night
I put on my shirt I pulled up my sleeves And I walked out the door in the rain one more time The look on your face Your typewritten plays That I
I found the book from 1935 Read every word as if the last Typewritten under the evening sun Twenty-four hours away In The Hut, he worked all night
made you ponder Jet black hair cut into a mullet I'm your typewritten on paper I'm all you read Bubble gum clouds so far up in the sky Peanut butter
Pins & needles in the heart of my heart And a typewritten lowercase e. at the crook of my arm Heavy lifting and I'm stuck with myself But it's purely
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