the shins and dirty dope
you spoke once of my smeared red mouth and la vie en rose. snow crawling up my legs.
i really hate you now. i think. dont i? maybe i hate that i havent been able to make you regret it all.
you spoke once of my smeared red mouth and la vie en rose. snow crawling up my legs.
i really hate you now. i think. dont i? maybe i hate that i havent been able to make you regret it all.
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