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[my-ny]

your midas touch on the chevy door, november flush and your flannel cure - "this dorm was once a madhouse" I made a joke, "well it's made for me" - how evergreen, our group of friends, don't think we'll say that word again, and soon they'll have the nerve to deck the halls that we once walked through - one for the money, two for the show, I never was ready so I watched you go - sometimes you just don't know the answer till someone's on their knees and asks you - "she would have made such a lovely bride, what a shame she's f-ked in the head," they said --- champagne problems

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"i dont like a gold rush, gold rush"

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"my house of stone, your ivy grows, and now im covered in you."

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"we could call it even, you could call me 'babe' for the weekend. 'tis the damn season."

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And right there where we stood… was holy ground

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