You know, my daddy traded some weed for a sea-foam green skylark...matching leather interior. Nicest ride to ride in the backseat with your sister. Seat belts loose to hang on to drunken curves. I love romanticizing reality. Gotta find the romance in all your reality. Like when Dad busted the autoglass pissed at my mom, became so many diamonds in the yard. I get you though.
You know, my daddy traded some weed for a sea-foam green skylark...matching leather interior. Nicest ride to ride in the backseat with your sister. Seat belts loose to hang on to drunken curves. I love romanticizing reality. Gotta find the romance in all your reality. Like when Dad busted the autoglass pissed at my mom, became so many diamonds in the yard. I get you though.
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