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 I never thought of our lives as a river... till too many pieces were floating away... fragments of lessons and soothing depressants melt our way back to the edge that we're from. When I was a youth... I realized... this place we're all stuck in was conceptualized. Now! We are old... and We'd rather die... than live in a sin of mechanical life! Fiends with no loyalty life with no meaning...? Angels please let me sleep soundly tonight! In this invention the klown becomes emperor... inscripted in inkblots this delicate light! When you choose to ..smooze.. snooze... you paralyze... your ...Expand text.
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Go Play Outside
Length: min.
Format: Not Selling
Genre:
Grunge,
Jazz,
Rock
Songs: 0
Instrmt: Guitar, Bass, Trumpet, Sax, Drums
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