Silversun Pickups
Melatonin
She ran into the wall so sweet and unknown a worn comatose after six milograms we're talking again who would know sweet and so low who would know my brain doesn't produce any i'm soaring without anything she said i'm taking my time and now we'll move on with everyone i'll see my friend soon again my brain doesn't produce any i'm soaring without anything we said aloud that we can't pull out
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