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Mar 2014
All this hot water's just a cold,
Waiting to happen.
And all them words spoke's just notes,
Under the mattress.

You gonna come back
Move forward with me
Wait, step patient my two lonely feet
Into the cold water turning lukewarm,
It's just waiting to happen
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Hooflip
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