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every word you say, It's starting to taste good. I haven't heard one thing you have said; this whole time you were talking I was to busy picturing you dead. If I
vision (If only i could touch your face again!) I am not sleeping; I'm only resting my eyes, I'm only resting my eyes! I didn't think that air could
you like a Starbucks you on every block, Keepin' me up all night like that caffeine riding on ma cock. Oh tonight it's more then money I can feel the