Indie Boys are nurotic.
Makes my eyes bleed.
Tight black pants exotic.
Some loving is what i need.
Hey I'm starting to feel o.k.
Lucky number nine.
Huray.
I'm sleepier on the staircase.
Mirror in the back of my brain.
Makes things, her pants feel great.
I used to like to complaine.
But.
Hey. imstarting to feel o.k.
Lucky number nine.
Huray.
Bloody mary , mother of god.
grandpas on the hobby horse again.
dampen, broken pants chaifing.
I'm running out of ethnic friends.
But..
Hey. I'm starting to feel o.k.
Lucky number nine.
Huray.
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