maybe i want too much it seems to seem that way i don't want too much today cause than ill get nothing nada zipped like the lip friday, when sunday's gone come together, as my color turns wan welcome to sin city home of the lost wages an ocean away is common sense a sorrowful farewell, a captured bell philadelphia, city of brotherly love falling away into mccovey's cove then i step into the light dreaming, of saturday night its my privilige, my fucking right i just want to be around to watch my nieces and nephews grow up hopefully, i get more than i want is that right no, its wrongBirth sign: Aries
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