grab this reign,
lay leather to steed,
breathe easy,
dont bite the bit, harness wits, a master sits, passes grass with a goat,
back n fourth of july,
man does time, n flies have their way with the leftovers....
flex the soular band, this house is a catapult, climb aboard, prepare to up unweight again.
at the crests heavy things get light, i will move mountains...
faintly the beat thumps back, drums ears come road runnin logik over the pick up note, one drops, two follows, three trys triplets, n four?, 4 packs the pick up notes around...
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