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I could be sailing down the Seine doing it again, erasing and it's amazing that I always do. A tower block kid who couldn't get rid of his fear of heights streets and council lights they all look the same to me, nights in which I run free and days in which I pay, but it's forgotten when I put the radio on when I linger on the melody she touches scars that heal and I feel, I always feel,
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Nov 21, 2016
Nov 21, 2016 at 3:50 PM UTC
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I could be sailing down the Seine doing it again, erasing and it's amazing that I always do. A tower block kid who couldn't get rid of his fear of heights streets and council lights they all look the same to me, nights in which I run free and days in which I pay, but it's forgotten when I put the radio on when I linger on the melody she touches scars that heal and I feel, I always feel,
john-edward-smallshaw
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Nov 21, 2016
Nov 21, 2016 at 3:50 PM UTC
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