apprently abd. mckenzie subtracted the butter blend and danced on a hardflip
Early hours
Drunken days finally ended
And the streets turned for a pillowcase
Then I fumbled our good lock
Then the ecstasy turns to rising light
Through our windowpane
Now I'm gone
I left flowers for you there
Shhh
You're a dancer
I'm a dancer
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