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Jan 2013
There's a pirate,
who's shipwrecked in my gut.
And I'm not sure if I'm the princess
or the ship.
But I'd let him crash against me
any way he wanted.
Cause at the end of the day I'm the wheel,
and his hands against me are
stormy seas.
Hannah Sabine
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Hannah Sabine
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   ---, Jerry, Timothy and Sarah
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