4/4/2016 0 Comments RoundCircular Globes of the same old shit Over and over Again Under the bridge, A bloody maroon jacket Stains the reputation Of a good girl The still-wet coffee stain Drips down an anonymous arm Pages in a yellow book rustle
Like the leaves used to I think of how some things change The reverberating bass In this underground club Assemble into a stingy bouncer I pound you out of my head To a beat of Bum Da Ba-bum Da-da
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