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Dec 2015
You are going to be mad at me
When I leave.
I won't even pack my bags
When I leave
Find a dark room, and disappear
Into my wildest nightmares.
You are going to be mad at me
When I leave
It can't be helped.
Cowin Alan
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Cowin Alan  Denver
(Denver)   
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