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It's her 21st Birthday and she’s out with her "friends" So the first shot was on the house tonight She believes she’s tipsy but that's not what I heard when she called me that night She is going to die on her way home tonight Not even an Uber would have saved her life From a drunk driver going down the wrong side and only one witness makes it out alive that was me, on the phone I cried How could something so cliché end a life
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Mar 9, 2017
Mar 9, 2017 at 7:40 PM UTC
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It's her 21st Birthday and she’s out with her "friends" So the first shot was on the house tonight She believes she’s tipsy but that's not what I heard when she called me that night She is going to die on her way home tonight Not even an Uber would have saved her life From a drunk driver going down the wrong side and only one witness makes it out alive that was me, on the phone I cried How could something so cliché end a life
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Mar 9, 2017
Mar 9, 2017 at 7:40 PM UTC
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