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May 2015
It's getting better, you get me?
your eyes though ex-directory
reflect me.

I see it in the looking through of several thousand telephone books that you are hung up on me, see
it's getting better, you get me?

The longer distance call just means there's more that I can fall and when I fall there's always that distant call, the ex-directory that means you're getting to me, you get me.

Ringing my number, with those eyes that tell me, come to bed forget about slumber, the ex of the ex-directory rumba,
you get me now and how you get me,
wow.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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   teriyakimandi and NV
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