Stoned out of it
Порох – sometimes a certain smell will take me back to when i was young how come im never able to identify where its coming from id make a candle out of it if i ever found it try to sell it, never sell out of it, id probably only sell one itd be to my brother, cause we have the same nose, same clothes, home grown, the stones throw from a creek we used to roam but it would remind us of when nothing really mattered out of student loans and tree house homes we all would take the ladder http//www.lyrics.uz/twenty_one_pilots/stressed_out
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