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Oct 2015
We were young
The town was old and small
The sleepy roads wouldn't let us go fast enough to be free
We couldn't get out so I got you and you latched onto me

I still remember those nights
Dancing under the stars to Springsteen on repeat
Singing to loud and off key

I still remember the way you'd light your cigarette
Twirling it as you rambled
Its smoke cutting spirals into the night air
The smell it left on you mixing with your perfume
It was more intoxicating than the cheap wine

Those were the best nights of my life
Then we grew up
I don't remember if it was me or the world that got cold
But I'm freezing without your warmth

God I miss he days I felt free
God I miss the days the wind seemed tame compared to me
The Drunken Oracle
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The Drunken Oracle  26/Tennessee
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