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At 12, the night was too long
I find the night to be a rip-hitting song
Everyone that was their money's gone
I licked a bottle to keep my calm and I relaxed
I think of that blonde with the curls that were all so strong
Thinking of her weak in my condition
She was gone [gone, gone, gone, gone] it was time to move on


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