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Oct 2014
i was busting     songs out
as fast as i could flow
she was turning "tricks"
on the corner of the road

barely making rent with
the habits that we chose

but we don't fuss & we don't fight
[....and thats good}    

i was  broke and selling c.d's
from the back of my van
she was out *******
  with every guy in town

we were barely speaking
accept to explode

but we don't fuss & we don't fight
[ever since i said "i'm gone"} ("hit the road")
get back to this later maybe just to remind me of the ***** rhythm
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   Erenn
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