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Jan 2016
You know I'm not sleeping.
I drink black coffee in the evening,
Hands ticking past midnight,
I even miss the fighting.

There's something you've hidden,
You've quietly taken.
Why can't you feel guilty,
You've got me under you're thumb.
Pushing Daisies
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Pushing Daisies
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