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Lusterless
Things don’t feel so special anymore.
The wine don’t hit the way it did before.
All my highs have turned to weary lows.
Now my mind’s filled with nothing but woes.
Consistency, must be nice?
Not to bet your luck on a roll of...
The wine don’t hit the way it did before.
All my highs have turned to weary lows.
Now my mind’s filled with nothing but woes.
Consistency, must be nice?
Not to bet your luck on a roll of...
