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Dec 2012
Tell me it's the air you breathe,
That's got me hooked like this,
Tell me I've stopped my lungs,
And detoxed from the air I missed.
Now life keeps coming my way,
Another night, another ******* day.
Long drives and headlights,
Just for a fix,
Baby tell me it's just the ******* air I miss.
Aaron Reisinger
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Aaron Reisinger
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