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Sep 2016
I never should've let you start to pack our clothes.
I should've stopped you when you grabbed the shirts.
Now it just hurts.
I just want you, and all the things it brings.

I shouldn't have started packing the car.
What was I thinking.
Farther and farther I keep sinking,
Or that I'm stuck in tar.

We should've never left South Carolina.
I should've stopped you when you started packing the dishes.
Now my heart needs myore than stitches.
I don't even get the same high off this marijuana.
Robert Levandowski
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Robert Levandowski  Minnesota / The Moon
(Minnesota / The Moon)   
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