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Feb 2012
I set out to set the crooked straight
And I'm on my way
For this type of thing it's never too late
So just get out of my play
You were a wolf in sheep skin
But now I'm the one out for blood and I'm going in

I keep my head down
Eyes on the pavement
The new days are comin' 'round
This is just what I meant
Things could be better
Things could be worse
And that's when I found her
My photo in her purse

Things never change
No they never will
As I'm switching lanes
Out for the ****
To the end
Trying to end it all
Around the bend
Aiming for the fall

With nothing around
No distractions
Nobody here to walk my ground
Go in alone with no directions
I know what I know
What you know, I know
With that in mind
Why don't you just go?
John
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John  28/M/New York
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