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Turn me out into the night a rainy night. Turn me out into the schlap of asphalt. Let me spin my wheels. Sometimes I kiss my own hand to feel alive-- Other times I turn out That chaffing concrete runway They call a heart. I run in the rain.
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May 24, 2012
May 24, 2012 at 4:26 AM UTC
Rain-dance
Turn me out into the night a rainy night. Turn me out into the schlap of asphalt. Let me spin my wheels. Sometimes I kiss my own hand to feel alive-- Other times I turn out That chaffing concrete runway They call a heart. I run in the rain.
sean
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May 24, 2012
May 24, 2012 at 4:26 AM UTC
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