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Sep 2016
It's hard to look at the moon , when all I see is that tattoo on the back of your neck.

These trees don't look as good as you do in an old t-shirt of mine.

The radio stats quiet , because I only ever hear the songs you'd sing while you were sitting next to me.
Robert Levandowski
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Robert Levandowski  Minnesota / The Moon
(Minnesota / The Moon)   
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