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living on borrowed time
watching the wheels turn, my life is just like starting over daily I try to love and my fellow man makes waves I'm just a beautiful boy on a sleepless night, longing for your hands let us dream now, until morning give peace a chance remember love, forever who has seen the wind of instant karma nobody told me I'm stepping out with my lady and wouldn't be there tomorrow morning stand by me until you die, woman, yes, I'm your angel thank you John lennon 9 december, 2006 [2006.9.12…a] (Written for the Writer's Cramp)
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