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Feb 2015
Don't shut those eyes too tight,
you'll block out the little sun.
I know the ride empties your lungs,
like your **** cigarette.
You're always on the edge,
be it in your seat or on the run.
Don't shut those eyes too tight,
you'll block out the little sun.
svdgrl
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svdgrl  NY
(NY)   
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