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Aug 2017
I know it's wrong of me to dial your number at this hour
But my glass turned empty
And my head filled up.

I know I'm not her
She is so easy
And I am me.

I'm trapped in the web of
Second chances, what if's, and used to be's.
Competing in the championship of
last calls.
Noddy Myrbostad-Ueland
Written by
Noddy Myrbostad-Ueland  F/Oslo, Norway
(F/Oslo, Norway)   
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     SG Holter and Temporal Fugue
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