"He's got fasting black, lungs, made with clove splintered shards, they're the kind that will talk"
Well, I think you all get the point.
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I only spit through a truth
And I spit it for the listeners
So I'm spittin' to you
You say it's hell
I say it's bull**** we getting through
Blu
Let me fall out the window
With confetti in my hair
Deal out jacks or better
On a blanket by the stairs
I'll tell you all my secrets
But I lie about my past
So send me off to bed forever more.
Tom Waits
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