sleppy #1307
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Look in my eyes, tell me a tale Do you see the road, the map to my soul? Look, tell me the signs whenever the smoke clear out of my face Am I picture-perfect, or do I look fried?
Smoke City
Look in my eyes, tell me a tale Do you see the road, the map to my soul? Look, tell me the signs whenever the smoke clear out of my face Am I picture-perfect, or do I look fried?
Smoke City