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I could use another cigarette.
you should probably worry
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think back to the day...
what day?
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you've got me in a disco fever
feet pounding
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most regal bearing
limbs grown cold, locked in the past
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We were meant to do good things,
be good people.
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"A smile is nearly always inspired by another smile" (Anonymous) / Inseparable / we were. / We went to- / gether like peanut / butter and jelly. / hand in hand / heart in heart. / And Time passed
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why are you
in such a
hurry to grow
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i love making my bed...sometimes
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we drank our looza
on the back porch swing
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I spin and twirl
in a mess of color;;
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A shining crescent moon casts silver light upon
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Emotions running high and tension growing higher
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Wallow in your grief By the old Wabash tracks and
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{{can’t you see the}} Blinding light
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What is Love? Is it our first crush on a boy, whom we chased around the preschool playground all those years?
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She gets up in the morning, at half past five,
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A crisp morning interrupted by the voices of little children laughing,
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Roses are red, Violets are blue,
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