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Autumn On Drugs
A worn old suitcase so what if it`s broken,
Hopeless a little odd in a splash of autumn on drugs,
Holding all weight for me the weight of me
And i need it like a friend needs me for a friend
I can feel the time is right to find the legs to deal with this alone
So i`ll turn around to all and wave the california wave
Sometime let`s forget all about forced hands,
Big heads and little things no one showed a trust `cause no one had faith in me
And i see it like the sun sees me through the day
A lo-fi vanilla secret spoken by a friend who`ll miss me if i`m leaving...
Who`ll want to find me
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