Soft Music/Juno Portraits Of The Jovian Sky

Trawling on my DM
 You don't know me though
 Had you on my lips again
 You don't know me though
 I don't need a girlfriend
 You don't know me though
 Wrecked another weekend
 You don't know me though
 Soft music change the oxygen from
 Presige Bushwick Street
 Reflexively retching Anglo influx though there will be
 No gentrificating of
 Graffiti warship of some of our love, our love
 It's hard to stop the triggering of one's self-destructive urges
 I liberated you twice
 You don't know me though
 You've become my only vice
 You don't know me though
 I don't want to be nice
 You don't know me though
 I'm a, I'm a sacrifice
 You don't know me though
 I fell abandoned when you nurse my on my swerve
 I made my antigen being your loyal perv
 I became a holiday I need you to observe
 I gave you devotion that I'm hoping you deserve
 I guess redemption is my ultimate turn-on
 This reclamation has got me trying to prove
 That knee-down our insides have found the groove
 Got to win
 Soft music change the oxygen from
 Presige Bushwick Street of
 White flight in reverse on the crests of their vaporwave
 An intersectional highs
 And then your so patient lows
 It's hard to stop the impact of one's offensive ways
 Soft music change the oxygen from
 Presige Bushwick Street
 Reflexively retching Anglo influx though there will be
 No gentrificating of
 Graffiti warship of some of our love
 It's hard to stop the triggering of one's self-destructive urges
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 Purgatory in hearts filled up by
 Juno's portraits of the Jovian sky
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 Purgatory in hearts filled up by
 Juno's photos of the Jovian sky
 Purgatory in hearts filled up by
 Juno's photos of the Jovian sky
 Purgatory in hearts filled up by
 Juno's photos of the Jovian sky
 Purgatory in hearts filled up by
 Juno's photos of the Jovian sky