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Sep 2014
Oh baby,
You might be too close,
Yeah, you might be too close.
Had you not heard the word on the street?
Boys before you have all been beat.

By my words, my actions, and feats.
Nothing but a man can withstand me.

Can't you see the signs?
You're just another novice driver.
Drifting over established lines.

Stop. Yield. Go. Slow.

The road continues bending.
turn turn turn.
Three lefts might make it right.

But I feel so spun around.
Written by
MissNeona
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