It's crawling with idiots.
I'm itching to leave.
I'm soft with fatigue. I need something.
I've never seen anything quite like you.
Come on it's not serious.
I just need arms tonight.
You're blue collar pride.
And you're loose cotton cool.
You're wilting a little.
Nothing grows down here.
Smoke.
Heat.
Come on it's not serious.
I just need arms tonight.
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