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Oct 2013
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I know that phone number all too well
The burn of metal all to well
Your speedy driving
Knowing something is so very wrong
I know your yelling like a witches spell
So loud and there's a dinging in my head, a bell
October has it out for me
Get your drinks and your music,
I'm hiding under the covers
Calli Kirra
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Calli Kirra  23/Los Angeles/London
(23/Los Angeles/London)   
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