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Jan 2018
We used to have drunken ***
Until you moved out west
Decided to blame me

Sending music from afar
Wondering if it matters to you

Feeling empty
Like I’m missing
Jet fuel
Rushing through my veins
Feel like I’m missing a flame
That burned deep inside
Kept alive
By drunken nights
I feel dry
Like someone left out to die
Deeply empty inside
Wondering where’s my fire
The Jolteon
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The Jolteon
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