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Apr 2013
Even though your at your end
You push through the sleepless nights

dreamless

And once again everything is blurry
And your mind is everywhere

And those sweet little tablets
Cause your dispare

Mouth turns dry
And your face becomes pale
And your eyes become dull
And your body is weak
And bruises cover your soul
Samantha Steele
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Samantha Steele  The Dirty South
(The Dirty South)   
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