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Night Song Danger
Passing the ranch in Glendale
makes me remember for a time that
I rode the holy hyw, smelt the
song of God, tasted the sound of the
devil and lived the Phoenix breeze.
Phoenix was a seed for demons to nurture
in the sky, with a sun that blazed so
clear and warm it looked fake, until you got to
know its fire.
makes me remember for a time that
I rode the holy hyw, smelt the
song of God, tasted the sound of the
devil and lived the Phoenix breeze.
Phoenix was a seed for demons to nurture
in the sky, with a sun that blazed so
clear and warm it looked fake, until you got to
know its fire.
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