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Feb 2014
how can I sleep in this house when my mind is running over the speed limit
lifes a game of chicken and my brakes have been cut, now im stuck in this vortex kinesis
the sight of you makes me dizzy,
the thought of you makes me anxious,
and the sound of your voice could very well **** me.
Written by
James Thomas
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