Everything you do: opinion
everything you find: up, back
They meet me to the same intransigence
Every-time I hit the spinning wheels
Valo concerto;
“Spoken Aggression”
Noise creeks business
Wonder if she stays
Emotion struck
Every-time I hit the spinning wheels
Gamblers at a six-day race
I command you clean
Federal clean, clean
I command you clean
Point at the mirror
To pop at the bottom
At the bottom of
And she laughs
Everything you find
Every-time I hit the spinning wheels
Valo concerto; “Spoken Aggression”
I command you clean
View, federal, clean
I accommodate you clean
Gamblers at a six-day race
Point at the mirror
To pop to dance
Inspector share seat
“It's disturbing”
That's important
Fed cops on marquee
“The streets are cold at night”
(down-town)
View, federal, clean
I command you clean
Gamblers at a six-day race
Point at the porcelain
At the bottom to dance
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