As I pretty As of the band Lowercase letter S Spray painted red It's spray painted red Yeah, your little arms Swing on monkey bars In search of your plot Like pixelated scraps of jazz mags in your head Lights
Like pixelated scraps of jazz mags in your head Lights, a career Littered with ankle injuries In the mid to late 1980s As you're pretty As of the band Lowercase letter S Like pixelated scraps of jazz mags in your head Lights
Like pixelated scraps of jazz mags in your head Watching Unleashing begins Next to zen, road crossings My ancient old legs stick to leather and Seed coverings Watching Unleashing begins Through transparent things Like pixelated scraps of jazz mags in your head Lights
Like pixelated scraps of jazz mags in your head Lights
Fujiya, Miyagi x34
Like pixelated scraps of jazz mags in your head Lights
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