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To be honest I don't remember who I was back then The only thing I have left of her Is the scent of my innocence Lingering through the alley ways Of what had once been Because remembering the old me Means remembering old memories And that's just too much for me to handle tonight So I'll just roll up tight Let Miss Mary take the edge off And call it a night A. DeCoil
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Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 4:28 AM UTC
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To be honest I don't remember who I was back then The only thing I have left of her Is the scent of my innocence Lingering through the alley ways Of what had once been Because remembering the old me Means remembering old memories And that's just too much for me to handle tonight So I'll just roll up tight Let Miss Mary take the edge off And call it a night A. DeCoil
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Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 4:28 AM UTC
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