they searched for my bodyin local parks and schoolsthey cut awaythe long grassdaring to hopefor a signan angelic proclamationor at least a shoe or a sockwhile on the other side of townI was high in the skyhanging out with some random guyand my mate Johnnyin the backseatlast name: Walkerhe was one real treatthen they found memessed up and bruisedtheir sweet island girlgone bush feralforget
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