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Fiery Heist Savana Estes Family ties, our blood, theRed substance that flows within ourBlue veins; our bonds that declare.They proclaim this is what makes us who we are,this is what makes you and I Family.It burns, do you feel it? Does it burn?
I get it You loved poky things, I guess? You faced the eye of the tiger And saw the colours of a peacock Yup, you loved getting high more than your own kids That mixed your mind liked you mixed your drinks
Hey there old friend. Maybe friend isn’t the correct term, so allow me to rephrase. Hello old habit. You and me were best friends. We were the Thelma and Louise of our time and yes we flew over the cliff and plunged into the abyss.
Hey there old friend. Maybe friend isn’t the correct term, so allow me to rephrase. Hello old habit. You and me were best friends. We were the Thelma and Louise of our time and yes we flew over the cliff and plunged into the abyss.
You had bourbon in your eyes and you knew I was thirsty I was Gods dilemma  and you loved a little controversy    Me, and you and powder blue  
Hello So nice to meet you Before we begin, please allow me to introduce myself My name is Heroin Some people call me H  But I go by many names Doesn't matter what you call me
Here’s to high school,
He was brought up in finest pride, Desire matched all gifts, Seized more than all a soul could need, Much more than ever dreamed.
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