Un modesto cover de una gran canción soft-rock, mi interpretación de West Coast de Lana Del Rey.

i tear my throat open as a gazelle is torn between a lion’s maw, and recline on my mother’s rocking chair, at the edge of a Martian crag and smoke a cigarette, and watch the smoke billow out from my throat

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