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Jan 2010
These songs are all asleep
they lay dormant inside of me
I can hear the speakers buzzing
the songs are getting old
the volumes been turned down
and we're stuck out in the cold

my very own personal blizzard
created just by me
I got tired of holding up that avalanche
so, I decided to let it free

personal anthems we've been singing
are now just faint screams
as our loved poetic justice
... is ripping at the seams
Estelle
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Estelle
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   JR Macfadden
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