hey man why you wearin' that plastic bag over your head do you recycle or are we psycho where's my pen oh it's on the window sill did you know Mary's poppin pills the thrill is gone but the fun is starring at the sun or looking down a gun 6 chambers of resolution the only solution is a finger-tip away lay your chips where they may but did June-o evolution can count on a third member contribution Ahh yes this viscous cycle recounts itself all over just as the domino can never recover life will slumberBirth sign: Sagittarius
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