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Sep 2015
So what the Hell is your name?
And where are we going?
Things never seem too tame
When we get where we're going
I think we missed our stop
But I keep looking forward
When I heard a loud pop
Tires skid on this slicked road

I found a letter from you
From a long time ago
What you said turned out untrue
And there's no one left to blame but you
John
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John  28/M/New York
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