Founds total 2 songs
Where It's At
There's a destination a little up the road. From the habitations and the towns we know. A place we saw the lights turn low. The jigsaw jazz and the get-fresh flow.
The New Pollution
She's got a cigarette on each arm. She's got the lily-white cavity crazes. She's got a carborator tied to the moon. Pink gods looking to the fruit of the ages.
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