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Jul 2013
Lemme set fire to your home.
Call the fuzz, I'll pick it out
my navel and run.
You'll never catch my intent
cuz it's way over the foul line
and into the nosebleeds.
Ruth Forberg
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Ruth Forberg  Chicago
(Chicago)   
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