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Dec 2014
When I pick up my guitar at night
   This is what happens to me
      I get lost in Rock Roll.

            It's like loosing my mine
                 I's it just me
                    That feels it.

Or are we going to Rock and Roll all night
                            One step to the left, two right.

                                                         ­                     P@ul
True Story                     P@ul.
Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
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