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I remember when you Hot wired my heart. With promises that it would fly, You drove it off a cliff. I remember how it crashed at the bottom, And how you jumped out just before it went sailing to the ground. Someone found it later, And patched it up as the years rode by. He asked my nicely if he could take it fore a spin, And I handed over the keys and let him clamber in. There's still some dents and dings, But the new owner overlooks the damage you left behind, And when you came looking to take another joyride, You found that your once stolen seat had been more suitably occupied.
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Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 2:38 PM UTC
Aftermath of a Joyride
I remember when you Hot wired my heart. With promises that it would fly, You drove it off a cliff. I remember how it crashed at the bottom, And how you jumped out just before it went sailing to the ground. Someone found it later, And patched it up as the years rode by. He asked my nicely if he could take it fore a spin, And I handed over the keys and let him clamber in. There's still some dents and dings, But the new owner overlooks the damage you left behind, And when you came looking to take another joyride, You found that your once stolen seat had been more suitably occupied.
CallMeShynie
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Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 2:38 PM UTC
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