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Cigarettes and static skies
Stolen flannels, cherry thighs
We're on the swings at 12:09
Gravel crunching, whispered lines
Garage tapes on burnt CDs
Screaming in the breeze
Your Doc Martens kicking the air
Promise you’re there
New song I wrote
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