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Jan 2019
80s
memory lane
hearing the cure
while we drive away
friday
I'm so in love
the way the wind
blows through your hair
I want to live this day again
down the road
let's go home
where we wear our crowns
a day without a frown
never do I look down

there's no satisfaction
I've got so and so distractions
memory lane
such a happy time
when we had our house
in the middle of our street
eileen
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eileen
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