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{dreams that smell like pussy} john dorsey I. how many times have i gotten lost in them your eyes a deer in headlights caught in dreams that smell like pussy II. it was almost as if i'd bought a map in some kansas bus station that gave lousy directions when it came to love when i leaned in for a kiss you said i looked like a hitchiker in the world of the dead and that my hands had never touched the sun because my heart had never really beaten for anything or anyone worth burning for |
