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Oct 2013
If you asked how it sounded
"Like glass breaking, baby"
"It's cutting my lips, my tongue"
You'd think by now I would've had enough
It's never enough
We both know better
But honey if you ever got lost,
I'd ride the telephone wires to you
Calli Kirra
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Calli Kirra  23/Los Angeles/London
(23/Los Angeles/London)   
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