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Jan 2015
I've traded all my tomorrow's, the devil can dance to the rhythm of my symphony of my future
I didn't buy any yesterday's I bought a moment of sound
I bought the cold from the speaker, that hits in my neck and races down my arm.
Jake Meizell
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Jake Meizell  Newark
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