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tonights thoughts
Chris
Tonight I'm going to smoke you away just one toke of the blunt smoke like I try to every other day, I'm not gonna lie though, I wish a change was on arrival, cause I'm dead on survivol, I'm feeling primal like a hidden tribal, king, liable for rioting, buy me dreams, lie to me and sing.

Angels come and take the faithful to a better place, a place less hateful. A place far less painfull, a place far more stable then a 100 year old maple, stick it with a label, cause its sold to satan like able. And I'm kains death blow, and the world needs a painpill.

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