Like a can of sardines.
Jam full to the brim of the jar.
For the long flight ahead.
Like a washboard on your abs.
Full of lies and deceit.
Packed.
And there ain’t no going back.
Like a can of sardines.
Jam full to the brim of the jar.
For the long flight ahead.
Like a washboard on your abs.
Full of lies and deceit.
Packed.
And there ain’t no going back.
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