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Feb 2023
wasted words
wasted lives
stuck in time
never moving on
as it moves on

the same soundtrack
plays and replays
decades haven't changed that

alone for so many reasons
and wasted, completely wasted

if it were up to nathan wade jackson
of toronto, ontario canada,
trudeau would be god
and everyone would wear masks forever
hard times
baby well they come to us all
sure as the tickin' as the clock on the wall
sure as the turnin' of the night into day
july hearne
Written by
july hearne  seattle
(seattle)   
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     guy scutellaro and ConnectHook
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