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Sep 2012
With the window down through the desert we drift
The radio's on and my spirits in fits
I eat your words that ride the wind
Take hold the road grab hold this sin
I tear at the vinyl where here we sit
Drive from this madness before we get bit
Suns snaps like a viper and heats up the sky
Times on the loose and fears in the eye
Chelsea Gonzo
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Chelsea Gonzo
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   devoy and Alice Kay
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