i gots green eyne beyach't
.
hot breathe
hm
not
i yer
were
icicle
'cauze yuh couldn't
standz thuh heat
save lean
yer'n
back
mine tuck
press
bang'd
tish
crystal rain
like
sweat
tap
*beyach't; edvard'z lisp for
yacht b!tch ')>
whut
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