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Apr 2013
Oh meet me on the highway, baby
Where the Sun meets the ground
Oh see me in the subway, lover
When no one's around
Because there's no need to put up a fight
There's no need when everything will be alright

Listen to my words
Floating through space
From my mouth to your eardrums
It's an open and close case
It will all be as easy as apple pie
When you come with me
To the place where the dead never die
I promise, I'm most definitely certain
There's no doubt in my little mind
That when it's all done and they pull down the curtain
There's nothing we can't find
John
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John  28/M/New York
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