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Feb 2015
We know boy
we know what you've
You thought you could hide it
But no such luck
scars maybe fade boy
But ink don't run boy
we got your name
We got your number

Too late to go to sea
No fate escapes the memory
No gold in san francisco
No count of monte cristo
I'd never forget you
As love as I live
no gunslung name
no club portrait
no test for this
no blood could hold

Your sins
Your sins
your sins
John Murphy
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John Murphy  upstate
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