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Sep 2010
Oh, if I bought a ticket
Lovely; I'd  drop my ball and chain
for nothing to be as it really seems
to hesitant to make off for Spain
as forever I see
myself making off for a dream

I sold it to myself
Oh, New Orleans busting at my seams
nothing I'd rather wake
wake and see myself
on a rock-filled road
telling myself
nothing's as it really seems.
Written by
ZAchary William
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     rained-on parade and D Conors
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