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Nov 2015
What's today when they're all the same
These walls became a grave
white paint chipped thin
and this room's caving in
and I can't think of my name
Now who am I supposed to blame

What's tomorrow when you can't win
Johnny Appleeseed - my only sin
I'm not ashamed
I swear I can explain
I forgot just how to swim
Now where am I supposed to exist
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   Maha Salman and ---
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