my dog and I used to dance around the kitchen to this song.
i miss her immensely.
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- Somewhere there's a letter that I never sent / It used to read pretty, now it's empty as / That night in the headlights, with the blankets pressed / Was it something to you, baby? / Or was it always just / Stray Paper...Burning in my hands.
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