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May 2014
suburban utopian nightmare
clutch to the strangest desires
if we give up right now
we know we're all *******
let's get out, go out
drive and not come home
no more killjoy, only the blaze
and chasing dreams
sour and put in the corner
don't be a killjoy, my sweet
the night's just begun

-c.j.
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