.One last Jersey summer>Creepin' up ahead
I'll do all that I gotta
To get back to where I was goin'
I was born in April
With horns under my skin
Birthed out ripe and purple
So shameful, isn't it?
Don't catch me feeling vacant
Fake love is hell to pay
I'll write a silly l.
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