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Feb 2016
It was 2 am and we were exhausted,
Our bodies pressed together.
But neither of us wanted to close our eyes
For fear of the distance that would come with the rising sun
Can't Believe It's Not Butter
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Can't Believe It's Not Butter  California
(California)   
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