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Come on, John.
Scoring from the heights, but I wanted my cure
Every year, blonde hair, blue eyes like the cure
The judge and the jury, the jury man froze
Watercolors on my neck, fuck rhyming when you're blinding ****
Come on, John.
Scoring from the heights, but I wanted my cure
Every year, blonde hair, blue eyes like the cure
The judge and the jury, the jury man froze
Watercolors on my neck, fuck rhyming when you're blinding ****