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Get Off My Property
03:14
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we learned our lessons in blood covered in bruises and mud, somewhere deep in the woods; we called it childhood. we, those baptized in streams, chasing frogs, flies, and dreams. we swore we'd never change. the world's just no the same.
in cul de sacs learned to adapt to the cards we were dealt. life goes on, friends move on, you can't blame yourself.
we all found the devil too young in a bottle of rum chris swiped from his mom. is this how they have fun? we, apostates to our dreams, chasing shots with OK weed, our backs to the past, and the people we could be.
with 6 packs, we relaxed, the devil had his due. the worst things are the first things we always turn to.
meet me at the top of wellington.
what happened before can happen again.
karner got his license and totaled like 5 cars. taylor got his too and crashed into john stam's yard. parties thrown on chris's roof. surprised no one fell off. when they found the garbage in their lawn, the neighbors called the cops.
been making myself sick. waxing nostalgic. those days are dead and gone. so long wellington.
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Two for the Ditch
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Meltman New York
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