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He wanted another routine, where's the man who manufactures dreams?
Burned petals lost in love streams, are we still in danger?
Deborah, please don't hurry. There's still the sun.
Let's turn to the ocean, leave everyone.
Beneath muted kisses, we all seek an arrangement, reinventing our past.
Friends blanked out on a bed of melancholy. ovarian tissue, apathy.
Sylvia, please don't worry. There's still the sun.
Let's turn to the ocean, leave everyone.
Paloma, please don't hurry. There's still the sun.
Let's turn to the ocean and love as one.
Oprah, please don't worry. There's still the sun.
Let's turn to the ocean, leave everyone.
Fatima, please don't hurry. There's still the sun.
Let's turn to the ocean, leave everyone.
As the night falls, Mr. Emotional contemplates his options, cooking-up his homemade truths. A pack of lies, buddy, a pack of lies.
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