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my girl is gone in a red car off to somewhere Italian, small probably looking cute with those tears raining down and it's raining down i want her to drive back i want to hear her small engine roar i want her to say "it was a mistake" and it was and love doesn't always play fair and the brain doesnt always play fair there's fear in places where it shouldn't exist yet, it's there and fear makes one unpredictable makes one rarely think
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Sep 28, 2016
Sep 28, 2016 at 9:03 AM UTC
little red car, come
my girl is gone in a red car off to somewhere Italian, small probably looking cute with those tears raining down and it's raining down i want her to drive back i want to hear her small engine roar i want her to say "it was a mistake" and it was and love doesn't always play fair and the brain doesnt always play fair there's fear in places where it shouldn't exist yet, it's there and fear makes one unpredictable makes one rarely think
michaeldarrow
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Sep 28, 2016
Sep 28, 2016 at 9:03 AM UTC
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