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Mar 2016
They say time is healing
But my clock is dry heaving
With each tick my pocketwatch is seizing
And I'm sitting here disbelieving
Can't you hear me
My hands stuck on ten and two
Unaware of what I'm supposed to do
The lack of passing seconds leaves me blue
I need to turn the wheel to turn a different hue
But this car i bought seems to be used
And the power steering seems to be bruised
I can't afford to lose
Another battle so its time to try something new
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DK  Georgia
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