Miss You

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Late night, Monday night, home from the bar cold street corner talking police cars drive by wind up skirt stale snow. I have a lot to say but this isn't the place I'm sure the stars are shining above Lighthouse Beach and maybe the northern lights but I doubt it things don't shine like that right now. I think of you when I hear certain songs but the radio in the truck doesn't work well and almost never plays Eminem. Some things are regeneration but they aren't happening now no hopping off the T for Thai no swimming no none of that. Sum it up with some ah-ah-ahahahahahas--
I miss you.
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