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Fairwell Madison
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Calendar Year
Crumpled up is this near year. We find a new one and it's filled with hope. Tell me when the passion's here, releive the tension from my neck. I spend the hours; eyes on my prize; abstaining from imbibing. Wish I could fall into this glass and drown. Apple juice and my champagne glass. I avoild the smoke while others laugh. The season's gone. Crumpled up is this near year. We find a new one and it's filled with hope. Tell me when the passion's here, releive the tension from my neck. I spend the hours; eyes on my prize; abstaining from imbibing. Wish I could fall into this glass and drown.
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