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exile is our fate looking for a way home even if we’ve never been home exiled from my pulitzer from my place at the algonquin roundtable barred from the scotch of st. james 1966 john lennon’s holding my throne for me but i can’t get in the club exiled from our world conquests our lives of leisure exiled from the parents of our past our children and ourselves as children from the summertime of youth and in the end exiled from this ****** earth
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Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 1:16 AM UTC
EXILE
exile is our fate looking for a way home even if we’ve never been home exiled from my pulitzer from my place at the algonquin roundtable barred from the scotch of st. james 1966 john lennon’s holding my throne for me but i can’t get in the club exiled from our world conquests our lives of leisure exiled from the parents of our past our children and ourselves as children from the summertime of youth and in the end exiled from this ****** earth
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Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 1:16 AM UTC
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