Silver scents of saint augustine
Fire in the ground
Between my better teeth
We're dancing on the poison in their graves
At the end of the night
We'd all seen better days
I know you tried
I know you're cursed
wrecks
thunderstorms
their
teeth
stayed
favors
still
graves
bright
dreaming
ground
poison
tonight
between
haunt
saint
would
calling
behind
better
forget
hollywood
tried
cursed
night
augustine
scents
worst
dancing
ourselves
silver
someone
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