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expiration date
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Iâve got my numbers in a row. Itâs just your expiration date, babe.
Hauling the wanting (separate from everything Iâve learned and read) is a pristine illusion. Probing planets from miles away. Master of Nothing â except learning how to pretend. And youâre a poem that Iâve never read but whoâs to know? Whoâs to know?
Iâve got my numbers in a row. (Itâs wild strawberry time.) Iâve got my numbers in a row. (And Iâm fishing out of season here.) Itâs just your expiration date, babe. (Pretend youâre not here.) Itâs just your expiration date, babe. (Pretend youâre not here.)
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