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Try Me On


Some days I hold my breath,

Some days it's all the stereo,

 

Sometimes I see the shore,

Sometimes I don't know where to go,

 

I hear the knocking at my door,

Tonight you know it's not too late,

 

City streets are in my head,

The night is calling and I can't wait,

 

where the water meets to land,

tell me there's a master plan I know,

 

you can stop and stare and see the way 

But never really see the motion

 

You can try-

Oh, you can try me on.

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Smokexx
<p>Necessary to try...oh la laaaa!</p><p>and it yes....a plan.</p>

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