58 The Meadow you bang my head against the locked door and say arpeggiate her. It’s anyone’s guess if the future is black and I’m dead or if the future’s alive and I’m dancing the boardwalk in low-waisted Baby Jane white. It’s anyone’s guess if this is the truth or just the view through those fucking dark glasses.
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