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Jan 2014
The soundtrack to my life
Quite visibly a sign to sell out
Lifes fickle romances dont mean anything now
Compared to the memories you hold of the things
Found alone - on a ponder me away drive around
Force out all sound of songs stuck in my head
Utterly ridiculous in this fuel canister
Blown out speakers of my teenage years passed
And for what? No new system no used truck
At least the ice is beginning to thaw too soon , smile
Frances Apparitions Blackheart
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Frances Apparitions Blackheart  Horse ✞ Canyon ✞ U✞ah
(Horse ✞ Canyon ✞ U✞ah)   
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