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Mar 2018
This night will pass me by
Drunk at the wheel again
Breathing in the stars
Like smoke
Painting eyes I see
That I'll connect in my dreams
They never make any sense
Like this ******* planet
I'm forced to inhabit
So I stay off the highway
Drunk at the wheel knowing
The moon will never show me
How I'm wasting life away
What the hell do you even say?
It's just another ******* day
And nothing will ever change
The roof the fiddler played on
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The roof the fiddler played on  28/M/Minnesota
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