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Last night you and I we gathered berries with a flashlight Wide-eyed journeyed into scriptures giving me the insight All of the persons to be breeded never had a skateboard or even a red light We are needles in the karma greedy with the insight Now we're hiding in your bedroom listening for dark spots (really really loud) little little crippled devil everybody makes of of him when he's in the stop light Kool-aid you can stop pretending accidental washing always play your face to the right fast tricks tripping down a kayak sequence into the fast night, one more time, you are poor From Letras Mania