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Apr 3
No reason to stay,
but no place to go.
P l e a s e, go away,
I wanna lay low.
"Can't stop", they say.
Whatever, I know.
Day after day,
the clock's running slow.
Got bills to pay,
turn this body on auto.
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Day  20/Androgynous/St Louis
(20/Androgynous/St Louis)   
     serena and ffn
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