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Citroen Runcorn

When I'm 32 will I be miserable? With everything around based on principle Will I have a clue, oh wouldn't it be nice to never be alone in this wasted life.

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[23 Nov @ 8:32pm]
It's 2:45, the baby takes his first breath
The mother never knew he only had a few left and
The father gets a call in the middle of the night
His breath gets short and his chest gets tight

But he's 16, and he's driving too fast
Takes a turn to the left, it would be his last
Nobody knows what happens if he turns to the right
Nobody in the car would've died that night

But he's 32 and invincible.
The cancer he had it was visceral
He never saw it coming...thought he had his whole life
Sick in the morning and he died in the night.


We're all wasted )
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