Base

Base, Based on the basics, The phases we've all buttered, The trends, the bends are our bases, the spines are our faces, our structured luck.

I can't stop to duck, but it's not an escape, not a factual eclipse. I've just got to try, got to try on top of everything we've ever done, best of all, catch the run-off, the follow-through off the fountain.

Do I need some door? Roar! To the cave, the rave about what really happened among the also-rans of the golden era, baby, the big twentieth, maybe.

 

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