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"That's magic, in a cheetaprint coat. Just a slip, underneath it I hope. Asking if, I can have one of those; Organic, cigarettes that she smokes. Rubs her lips, round a Mexican coke. Makes you wish, that you were the bottle. Takes a sip, of your soul and it sound-" Finn disrupted my glorious rocking...

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