We have a gift from God here, Medina says, sitting in his small living room taking a break from the blistering noon-day sun
Fell back asleep, instead Woke and found you sitting there on the bed Cigarette, cigarette Burning up time Cigarette, cigarette Watch the smoke climb Cigarette, cigarette Wasting away Just like this cigarette, our time is running down Only one hour til you're leaving this town Went to the corner store, bought us another pack Held my arm around you as we headed back I tried to change your mind
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Redfords mix of suede cowboy boots, Cb shades, and turtlenecksnot to mention the yellow 1968 Porsche 911 he rips around inset a high bar for slope style for many years to come