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Apr 2014
Her
Jane comes up to me and says ,"mannnnn this just ain't my scene"
                  
                 I said Jane how'd you ever get here ,like what can I do for you in the time "between"

                 Hey babe I didnt invite you up here Andy is gone and ***** for Pyros I found obscene

                 Her eyelashes looked like insect legs
              
                 I got no money baby and I have no time

                 Turn around sit at a desk and make a rhyme

                 Or write a song in three quarter time

                 Baby you have used up an Ocean of that softening lotion

                 Maybe you need to stop sometimes and rest
      
                 From what you convince yourself is making Janie best

                 Most left with Kerouac a few left with Andy

                 Been a long time girl since you could be their Candy

                 Dance Dance until you find yourself elsewhere

                 Please dont think that I dont really care

                 But see I dont know what colour you should colour your hair

                Its been so long and I dont want to hurt you

                But I can't hurt myself for you it just wont do

                You cant remember Janie that you really did me wrong

                I dont wish to be cruel
            
                So now this is the end of our song
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Mar Brock
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