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Jun 2017
This is my last resort,
to try and make things clean
Nothing more to report
Nothing goes unseen.

This is my last resort,
I'm damaged oh Im hurting now,
this is my last resort,
You never even asked me how...

I won't live forever
You know that's the truth
and I can't depend on clever
It has nothing to to do with you.
Pan's Central Express SYRNIX
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Pan's Central Express SYRNIX  122/East Of EDEN
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