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Me and my baby We drank some magic tea We're crusing down the rural roads Aesthetics of poverty I'm going down for the last time I shifted to my level Can you receive what you give me Somebody should set you free In the morning When you wash your hair I love those simple things that Make me know your there Come every sunday evening It's leftovers from the weekenders Lost limbs to identify Frustration for the grieving more free lyrics
Me and my baby We drank some magic tea We're crusing down the rural roads Aesthetics of poverty I'm going down for the last time I shifted to my level Can you receive what you give me Somebody should set you free In the morning When you wash your hair I love those simple things that Make me know your there Come every sunday evening It's leftovers from the weekenders Lost limbs to identify Frustration for the grieving
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