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Feb 2015
It's the sore you keep picking,
the doors you keep kicking
and
the clock that keeps ticking,
just
picking up points in the
game we call life
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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   Tonya Maria and PrttyBrd
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