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Untitled -- 1.28.2007
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1998 - 2010 In my gold automobile,
On my tired wheels,
Where can I run to?
Where can my spirit hide?
Behind virgin eyes,
Between impure thoughts,
When will my window shut?
When will my closet close?
Beside scattered sheets,
Under deep low lights,
Underneath my legs,
Clothed in deep disguise.
I can see my breath,
I can feel the heat.
In my gold automobile,
On my tired wheels.
