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Jan 2015
Burning through our eyes
Why can’t the truth come out?

We bought last line
I’m just the worst kind
To help you with what you might blind
Because the last time I lie
Which I never could with you

Nor could I see
I have never been one to believe
I just think it’s the hardest part of living
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-  texas
(texas)   
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