Gusty days blow my thoughts away. That's nothing to feel sadness, but i don't know why i feel so nervous. Baby where are you? I swear off drink, but i am drunk again. Tomorrow head will burst with pain. The house is empty, my watch is gain. Baby where are you? I've got nothing to do. Where are you? I've got nothing to do. Where are you?
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