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Oct 2011
**** this life.
Band is playing.
Irony of the words.
Love is wasted like a million plastic cups.

Where do you come from?
Who do I belong?

Going to the city.
A bus ride to the heart.
Honey, should I see you,
Within thousand fake smiles?
**** this life.
Written by
Nicolas Foran
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