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the mile ride home doesn't feel so brief, and on my way home i need to stop by the jet wash now that you took our favorite mixtape i realize that this lonely war is quiet i can hear the engine humming yesterday it was muffled by your breathing isn't it odd? i'm sure you didn't smile triumphantly either there's just too many locks i hold, and i can't remember which one's for home
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Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 8:43 AM UTC
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the mile ride home doesn't feel so brief, and on my way home i need to stop by the jet wash now that you took our favorite mixtape i realize that this lonely war is quiet i can hear the engine humming yesterday it was muffled by your breathing isn't it odd? i'm sure you didn't smile triumphantly either there's just too many locks i hold, and i can't remember which one's for home
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Jan 12, 2015 at 8:43 AM UTC
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