.This box of limes is burning cold
Come all these moonbeams, burning down my door>These dirty rhymes are on a roll
That's not what it seems
Crawling across your floor>
Fading stars in the purple orange night
Growing dreams of roses blue and white
This toothpick, Baby, is b.
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