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Russian Red No Past Land

i be? If your hands an my hands strolled together around If they were to make friends we'd be possibly up To scape from this world, from this no past land

i be? If your hands an my hands strolled together around If they were to make friends we'd be possibly up To scape from this world, from this no past land

i be? If your hands an my hands strolled together around If they were to make friends we'd be possibly up To scape from this world, from this no past land

one was telekinetic, the other psychic They was after me, they was asking mad questions Jesus tells me he suspects they were hired by the Russians I always