The Dead All the dead cars passing Through this dead town I’ve been looking for some time The dead is all I found. At the dead bookstore, a place for a dead head, all dead the best sellers were written for a dead. All the dead street lights and dead box stores All the dead products are filling my drawers. In the parking lot sun dead on every face…
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