.I said, look
I sold my soul for three shoes and a belt buckle
Honey suckle lies, ice cubes in the throat funnel
Cherry picked the kisses from a casket of some misery
Sewed the seed but it was picked and salted out of history
Alas, alas, alas, alas, alas, young boy
Your cymbals cras.
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