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I started shooting up when you shot me down. The high in my veins is better than the voice in my ear. All those times we drove together, you as my passenger as we tried to map out which direction I was going in. Now I know where I'm going, and it's straight off this cliff.
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Feb 3, 2016
Feb 3, 2016 at 3:23 PM UTC
Cliff-diving in a 4 cylinder
I started shooting up when you shot me down. The high in my veins is better than the voice in my ear. All those times we drove together, you as my passenger as we tried to map out which direction I was going in. Now I know where I'm going, and it's straight off this cliff.
Best high of my life was the night I died.
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Feb 3, 2016
Feb 3, 2016 at 3:23 PM UTC
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