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Nov 2019
This is the last song
Taped up bodies and muted cars
This will be the last one
If I can swing the stick
I can’t be wrong

Hold me just a little tight
I need the takeout
The lawn is overdue,
earning sweeping bare feet
Fending off rain on neon nights

I’m looking for a pickup
One that can transcribe,
Vibrations uncanny
Senseless in my mind
I’m only a little open
And it’s my last song tonight

Take off the roof and pass me the moon
Let’s drive in the dark too far
I haven’t been moved in so long
But I feel it’s making up for lost time
Treat me and need me
Tonight’s song can wait for soon
Middle Class
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Middle Class
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     Blue Flask and Bogdan Dragos
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