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Jul 2012
Sometimes I feel like I'm doing the walk of shame
when I leave my house in the morning
dressed in last nights clothes and breath.

Out into the sunshine of the world
while you're still upstairs
outstretched on the bed
hogging the sheets
and darkness in your head.
Brandon
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Brandon  On the edge of your taste
(On the edge of your taste)   
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   ---, ---, Isabelle Kessler and dj
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