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Jul 2011
Girl who shreds the stars in August
Trading taxis like radio stations
Fire in her eyes, sharp like diamonds
Who knew she’d be the sellout?

Just roll the dice

Boy who marches to the drummer’s beat
Holds the truth upon his knees
Breath all he has, death all he needs
Who knew he’d be the sellout?

Just roll the dice

We'll die another day
Running all the way.
Allison Wright
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Allison Wright  New York
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