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Falling down again, this feeling that you know so well

A child scraping up his knees…

Who’s kissing the cuts and chasing behind you?

Leo says that, «there's no victims, only volunteers.»

I think that I believe that if there’s a crime

There must be a crime scene

Sorry that we peaked in my California teething

Word on the street: the deal had been queered for quite sometime

Small print too small to read--

«Take the tourniquet off and an artery will breathe»

The East-side summer air, thick with smog and chaparral

Hangs waiting for a breeze

Autumn, my friend, I hope that you’ve missed me

Whoa-ah-oh…that's what they say…

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