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Apr 2014
Send the call out,
Let all our boys hear the noise.
Theres gonna be a meet up,
So put on your jackets and bring your lights,
Were gonna run free through these streets.
Send out the message,
To all our girls,
Theres gonna be a party,
So put on your fine dresses and bring your things,
Were gonna feel alive through these streets.
We live in cities thatll never be named on the television,
It’s a ruin of our family dreams.
Kyle Hughes
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Kyle Hughes
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   Circa 1994 and ---
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