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One may walk in a hallway, With the only purpose being to hear his own footsteps echo. One may look in a mirror, Only to see a piece of glass like a foggy window. One may scribble their thought,
Cruising through the streets late at night in your new car,one of the greatest feelings I'll tell you.Could it be because we both know what could come out of this. 
We were just kidsWith spit and secrets to swap 
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