I don’t have any symbols I say to crows I create
Is there music
in the house
No one is smart near a dying kid
Ah, ghost, original
addict
have I been
re-paradised
oh
that a body
could leave itself
to eat
and come
back private
Is there music
in the house
No one is smart near a dying kid
Ah, ghost, original
addict
have I been
re-paradised
oh
that a body
could leave itself
to eat
and come
back private

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