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Apr 2022
From sitting in the back together
To not being able to look at each other
It was your insecurity that lead us here
Or maybe it was the pressures from your peers

Those were your promises to keep
But instead, you'd rather make me weep
So no more long car rides
Or trying to save your pride

For you are nothing new
Just something that makes me blue
Goodbye little gas station boy
I no longer wish to be your toy
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Spear  Other/A place far from here
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