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Chord spine the way of a splinter, masked bags with mixed days that didn't rhyme to me or speak to me, rhyme to me or speak to me. Tan lines that burn in the winter, mixed up with masks that didn't rh

Need for one more mode shift, slip in one more stick shift. Pack your bags and burn the flag, more or less the same black. Pack your bags and burn the flag, more or less the same black. You push it in

Can't get much more than I'm finding too many places I'm bound too close to the qouta rest stops the time clock it's winding its way sound advice you're taking too close to your heart. Fighting your w