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I live by the sea.
I gaze upon the fading dark and slowly buckle at the knees.
I don't have anything you'd want to steal, well; nothing you can touch.
Magnets and words up on the fridge speak to the poet in all of us.
I know where the sun goes, I have seen the world turning.
Three days till I get to you. I'll be late if I ever get through.
Some times I come on cold, but don't believe it - I will love you til the day I die.
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Life's hard you know, so strike a pose on a Cadillac
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