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You swooped down Hula hooped And dropped for the kiss Lit cigarette in hand Laying down in the backseat Feeling the cold air once more Planes in the distance We leave Tuesday We could be there for each other I would still sell my shoes
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Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 10:40 PM UTC
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You swooped down Hula hooped And dropped for the kiss Lit cigarette in hand Laying down in the backseat Feeling the cold air once more Planes in the distance We leave Tuesday We could be there for each other I would still sell my shoes
#tragedy
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rhettoombs
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 10:40 PM UTC
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