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why? i dont think its possible to be un high you have to just ride it out
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Reaching your head with the cold, sudden fury of a divine messenger
Let me tell you about heartache and the loss of god
Wandering, wandering in hopless night
Out here in the perimeter there are no stars
Out Here We Is Stoned
Immaculate.
They are waiting to take us into
The severed garden
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