i remember how i stood at the local bar
dancing to the beats that wore like on repeat
how i slide in like on magic carpet
fell out of the wheelchair to the ne character
i was like perfect an new plot that was like boiling hott
kinda like that first coffee drop but recall how i was eating up
loved everything with this place , specially when you painted my face
know it just suck because nothing can ever it , replace -or maybe it will
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