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Louis Xiv Slick Dogs And Ponies

Air traffic control I?ve been gone I?ve been up away from home Now my gear is down I?m circlin? round and I am comin? in -running out of oxygen- And my

to prey We keep hiding and hiding and hiding all our bits and precious bobs We?re hiding all our freckle, our wrinkles, and dead end jobs We keep hiding and hiding and

I need help I need dope I need her I need it I can?t run I can?t sit I got pain, I got pain, I got pain hope sick hope sick hope sick hope sick A heart flutter and