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Apr 2018
I'm a pressed idiot

Attending

No hut.

Patti told me I'm nothing.

I'm nothing.

I'm nothing.

I'm nothing

But Johnny

With Nothing

But

A sea of possibilities.

Lets head
Down that Road
That Road
Our Road
Your Road
My Road

I'm not here
But you are

You are

You.
Written by
Mitchell
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