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Typical Night
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Our Fold Songs All this seemed like a typical night,
A tide of words in a hurricane fight.
The more i see it, less i love it now.
But i still need it somehow.
All this time i`ve never been caught,
Then a flying fist hits my open jaw,
Less i see him, more i feel it now.
Has someone turned the light off?
Can someone turn the light on?
