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• Salad In The Air • Old Habits die hard and that’s the fuckin’ truth • Hammer down the days just to hold down the roof • Bullshit weighs a ton and my back is fuckin’ sore • I’m standing on my head with my salad in the air


• The problems are oblivious • They’re all put on display • My mouth zipped tight • or else I’ll have to pay • Cross my fingers, furrow my brow and hope for the best


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