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Jun 2012
This is it, this is it
Make up a cloudy sky in the dark
For what it’s worth
I left my mark
Let’s get down to business
For the last time
In a crowded room
You kissed me
He dissed me
Shot, shots, shots
Drain me out
Of all things that make you sick
We will run through this room
Like no one is watching
We won't be stopping
You have a dangerous face
and an illegal taste
I hope this will make it all end
So everything will be alright
I love you so much
Let’s finish this right
Andrew McElroy
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Andrew McElroy  30/M/Florida
(30/M/Florida)   
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