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Jul 2014
The kind of thinking that gets me in trouble
Lavender and Lemon and bouquets on the counter

Here comes the white smoke
Here comes the sound
My bags on the floorboards my sanity stripped down

I've gone to the west coast
Now I'm headed for home

Don't know where that is
But I was built to roam
Harlow
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Harlow
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