it's summer the hairs grown in on my upper thigh just like so much corn in late july but is it summer i'm shaking and my feet are bitter cold i need some fries to go with that shake i need to grease back my hair or let it whip in my face let it whip my face i love you baby i love you we'll stock up on canned goods and move to the woods we'll find a piece of land and quit this fucking band i love you baby i love you
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