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Feb 2018
I hope tomorrow
You find a way to forgive me
Im sorry im beat,
Im sorry I feel sixty.
I know it, I see
When you're in my front seat
That you worry im risky.
Tonight I sleep alone
Tomorrow I hope to have you
Im not high again, no not ******
Im missing a warmth, I am blue
Meaby Pom
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Meaby Pom  20/M/North America
(20/M/North America)   
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