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May 2013
Maybe it's not meant for this
Driving for miles and miles
Stuck in the same intersection
Indecisive on the turning point

Speedometer at 10
Not able to go faster
Down the yellow brick road
To have the curtain torn away

Or maybe the compass is pointing North
Going down a curvy road
Confused and alone
But maybe that is inaccurate
Andr-o-meda
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