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May 2016
We don't have money.
We don't have time.
But we got miles. Plenty of miles

The stars shinned so bright
That I had to wear shades at night
The taste of happiness was so good
too good to be real.
Should we get out of here?
Let's make the night a little longer, because tomorrow won't bring good.

Others try to trip me up,
but you,
you made me fall


Baby, why won't you lie?
Your timing is just right
You're intertwined around my neck
Get the hell out here
Freezing inside out
Let's make the night a little longer, because tomorrow won't bring good

**Ain't a little better than nothing?
Louise Ruen
Written by
Louise Ruen  19/F/Denmark
(19/F/Denmark)   
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     guy scutellaro, --- and Michael L
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