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This Must Be My Exit From the rocky shores of tough breaks to the cliffs of highest hopes, down the lonely road to heartaches and a lifetime of slippery slopes. You'll find me amongst the dead and dying and my exit's a minor event, all your tears aren't worth the crying, I'm just tired, of paying, the rent. ![]()
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