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I crawled down to the basement when the weather got cold, like a lost lamb returning to the fold and when the outside world recedes from view, it's just a year's supply of make-up and memories of you, nineteen sixty-seven, colt forty-five, holding back the vampires, keeping me alive, there's an envelope with some cash in it out by the front door
This is what they make you take the medication for.
This is what they make you take the medication for.
take no prisoners.
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