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400 someodd miles, to your Jersey house.
Shorelines, shortlies.
And if I can't swim them all tonight maybe I'll just write, about you.
Honestly I'll stand outside your door and wait all night.
I can't beat this timing, always less than right.
We're under some odd trial, but don't doubt me now.
With your eyes, your eyes.
And if I can't be dissolved tonight, maybe I'll just die, without you.
Without you.
Honestly I'll stand outside your door and wait all night.
I can't beat this timing, always less than right.
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