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she said I lied when I said I had nothing to say I had lots but to hear you, just to hear you while I sit in this room with clothes strewn about, the night before another holiday of biking the beauty of places you�ll never see with those who only know that falsetto voice I think your Midwestern drawl and deep loud laughter will air my tires or cushion my head pump potassium into my cramping calves while I cycle spin ache coast |
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