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Tumbleweed
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Tumbleweed...
where we are all only three feet tall,
we are the controllers, we are the nights and days,
we are the masters of our own fate,
say bill... yup?
milk?
uh huh.
put er on my tab.
sure thing.
all of course with a as slow as possible tone and touch...
we chew straw, we live in a victorian house, a gas station, a grocery store,
no rent no bills, we live of each other
work for free and eat for free,
and we DXM for free...
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