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Sep 2013
If you asked how it felt
"Like skateboard sandpaper, baby"
"Like it's rubbing my legs, my throat"
You don't know
I'm saying goodnight
But sugar if you got shot,
I'd run across Los Angeles to you
Calli Kirra
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Calli Kirra  23/Los Angeles/London
(23/Los Angeles/London)   
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