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Jan 2015
God, and I felt so terrible
That you were obliged to sit in that corner
Fearing the worst
But I never withdrew my eyes
And they didn't stop talking
They thought they had my love
You knew it was beautifully fused in you
So I quickly take your hand
Out the backdoor
Into your car
Light up two Red's
Twenty-two degrees
Pass the winding street
Where my lover sleeps
Rhet Toombs
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Rhet Toombs
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