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Jun 2015
A word that chills me to the bone.
I can't kiss you through the telephone.
It's hard to hear, and painful to think
She'd choose me over her cold drink.

Leave her smoke
Sell her car
I start to choke
But she's too far.

Four letters mean a lot
When it's more then just a thought.

I'd love to be here at the end of the day.
Don't use that word and I might... just...



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Misplaced Texan
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