June
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we used to be so good, we used to be so fly.
" They says her face seems slowly sinking, wasting, crumbling like pastries. And they scream, The worst things in life come free to us, 'cus we're just under the upperhand. And go mad for a couple of grams, and she don't want to go outside tonight. And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland, or sells love to another man, it's too cold outside for angels to fly. An angel will die, covered in white, closed eyes, and hoping for a better life. This time, we'll fade out tonight, straight down the line.
And they says she's stuck in her daydreams, been this way since 14."
And they says she's stuck in her daydreams, been this way since 14."
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