Ophelia Trey:
Do Robots Cry
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Hello there Glasses!
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heads
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I wear my sunglasses at night
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punk rock girl
Ophelia Trey:
Summer but make it Dead
Ophelia Trey:
Are you a Heather?
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Hey it's an 8ball!
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Good morning
Ophelia Trey:
spaced full on float
Ophelia Trey:
See the sky in front of you
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He did it right quickly a merciful man
Ophelia Trey:
snow what fun
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look at my weird stuff or the ballad of our lady of sin
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Rad future