Pantone seventy one running parallel centered along the towns miles of
perforated lines to stabalize just a couple of more lives its those tailgators
that'll get to you beaverkill welcomes you it's exit 122 There is not turn on
red construction lies ahead It's those tailgators that'll get to you it's green
red and yellow but what about blue smell the morning dew filled with
exhaust fumes spin the defroster put sirens on mute A summons doubled
for the elderly my thermals are constricting my body There is no flow to
the thinking module when contents are molded to form into ru