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Dec 2014
Driving down Highway 10
Destination anywhere
Lost in ourselves
We lived without hearts
The living dead
Cruisin' along
Searching for a fix
Dreaming of come ups
And perfect crimes
Hit the gas
Hit the pipe
Reality didn't exist
We were gods
Or so we thought
No guilt, no shame
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