Sunday, February 1, 2015

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Good to go - Elliott Smith

 All I ever see 'round here is things of hers that you left lying around
It's all I ever see 'round here
Some empty envelopes from some other town
It's all I ever see 'round here
I'm waiting for something that not coming
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