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Its 3am Once again In Buffalo New York Her doors squeak and her floors creek And my heart Feels the pain She tells me little I tell her lots My minds on love Hers is not The cats meow At the winds howl And tomorrow Brings more hell I want her deeply I want her as mine I move forward She falls behind
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Oct 9, 2020
Oct 9, 2020 at 3:28 AM UTC
Buffalo
Its 3am Once again In Buffalo New York Her doors squeak and her floors creek And my heart Feels the pain She tells me little I tell her lots My minds on love Hers is not The cats meow At the winds howl And tomorrow Brings more hell I want her deeply I want her as mine I move forward She falls behind
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Oct 9, 2020
Oct 9, 2020 at 3:28 AM UTC
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