Puffer

You want a blue sky, how provincial Focus the dead eye upon the guard of the liars Kinetoscoping not to fear a thing Not anacondas under the cover of liars Poseying in prose again, Mount Toby friends are make pretend Never offered cover model jobs outside of Factory Hollow So I'm the god of the liars A truss construction never fears a thing Look through the onion skin under the guard of the liars New position minus friction, X-game starlet earns the mention No-way ticket trained in consent, kissing cousins' train's a-coming Puff puff Now I'm the god of the liars

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