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tin pan's corners

i'm whiskey beats outta country jazz, too classic old's city in LA high damn runnin up you like water all most hiding skin and overatures lest i grieve through absurd trist's with confi, daunting clapper town east block alter girls choired saints lost frames too paint sorry bouts runnin up like water's mam

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