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Aug 2013
nobody told me
I was
I just made it up
It's far too easy to be comforted in your own
..****.. you know what I'm getting at
So strum a guitar chord
That sounds like someone swore
And                                                  lookin­g upon the curved silver lining of that barren orb..I'll wait for
you
Written by
Dave Bosworth
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