White like the tag on an unclaimed piece of luggage...
Blue like spinning asphalt under your car...
Making you wait...
Riding off to better use his weapons...
The library dressed in cool neon...
So ancient is the story, words turn to hieroglyphics...
She hides behind pseudonyms...
Dripping with the blood of your enemies...
Blue like spinning asphalt under your car...
Making you wait...
Riding off to better use his weapons...
The library dressed in cool neon...
So ancient is the story, words turn to hieroglyphics...
She hides behind pseudonyms...
Dripping with the blood of your enemies...
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