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Jan 2016
We've said all we can
But when will it end?
We talked until the sun came up and now I'm losing it, my friend
You know I like your words
But they've been heard
Can we please shut up and just be with the birds?

I think the moon got bored
You see those nails in the door?
I can hear them on the side of my mind, scratched off on chalkboard
There's a time and place
For time to waste
But we've wasted enough I need a different kind of taste

Did you feel it too?
There's something better we can do
It doesn't matter to me, can we finally just blow this tune?
I know tomorrow will come
But before we're done
I'd like to thank your mouth for the race its run
Jordan Rowan
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Jordan Rowan
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