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Feb 2014
We’re leagues and seas apart
You’d have to dive til you ran out of breath to find me.
I’m so far down.
We could drive past the places we grew up
Never stopping til we're out of the familiar

This station is tuning out during our favorite song

We might be wasted, but our time is sober
Erica Winter
Written by
Erica Winter  Maryland
(Maryland)   
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