The one with old wood creaking that would burn away right on cuethe 3 degrees of darkness:
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chalk it up to bad luck
I know a drugstore cowgirl
so afraid of getting bored
it didn't make me feel like shit
You're a butterfly in the wind without a care
I do I don't whatever
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key items:
mac fluidline in blacktrack
mac l/s in carnal
key items:
mac fluidline in blacktrack
mac l/s in carnal
