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Mar 2022
It’s not that easy, after the sun goes down
Oh quit looking at me that way, like I’m new to town,
In the full moon I get the most dangerous desires,
It’s not your fault, I keep starting my own fires.
Lend me all your time, and I’ll return to you covered in ash
Johnny Dust
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