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I - (unknown) Lyrics me and my baby we drank some magic tea we're crusing down the rural roads aesthetics of poverty i'm going down for the last time i shifted to my level can you receive what you give me somebody should set you free in the morning when you wash your hair i love those simple things that make me know your there come every sunday evening it's leftovers from the weekenders lost limbs to identify frustration for the grieving |
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