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Nov 2015
Fighter jets fly
Shoot me down cold
It was winter in my chest
With fire in my throat
Running on *******
I never thought you'd catch me
So open, so bold
No, no
They're out of control
Crashing, spiraling
Twisting down
And all they say,
"You should've known"
isabella
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isabella  tejas
(tejas)   
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   --- and Gaye
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