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my friends - we are the weeds. because we got no homes they call us smelly refugees. ah. we are weeds
vegetation
dense undergrowth. thru' cracks in the pavement: there weeds will grow - the places you don't go. this cut-price dairy produce that turns our bones to dust. you want some entertainment?
my friends - we are the weeds. because we got no homes they call us smelly refugees. ah. we are weeds
vegetation
dense undergrowth. thru' cracks in the pavement: there weeds will grow - the places you don't go. this cut-price dairy produce that turns our bones to dust. you want some entertainment?