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further down the twirly swizzlestick
Vers - ddani - 2003. március 5.
digits melt away like snow
dirty fresh-frozen filth lines the city
she walks down, it isn't pretty
and with her, i know not where we go
bom-di-beep-bombom
who the funk knows
anyhow, gliding shadows
on cold breeze broken windows
deeper underground sound
highball sexdives drugdrives in-
toxicating, eyes that found
glitter-streaks of long lost visine
picture that, structure this:
word flows slow down
the pulse, collapse and drown
tempo-less love undanced to bits
and if i were your soul selektah
you'd be the vinyl in my hands
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