Sea Minion
Four twenty in the morning and my love is strong For my wife and son and I listen to the song Which tells me how strong and long I must hold on to the bong Whose pain and burn can only go on for so long Unless I don’t want to have the mind to which I seem to belong My friends left, my wife hates, why can’t I just hold on to the realms that are wrong Until warlords raise us from the dead who sing this song and cut the meds that we’re on
Ecrit par cyunreal, le Mardi 23 Août 2011, 05:27 dans la rubrique "1. Journal de bord del commandante".
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