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Rolling Through a Royce


Looking at four wheels roof running a rich black line all being covered in fine white. Facing the Spirit of Ecstasy trying to look beyond wondering what could be better realizing definetly not those horses. Searching the inside searching for those stars that can only be seen at a twelve thousand cost. Curtains closed, as well as doors. Oh why should I bother to do it myself when a single push of a button, can do it by itself. Electrical seats HD TV Champagne bottles why shall I ask for more? Oh but what can I do, if I'm just looking through a screen in YouTube. But I know working hard will pay the price.
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