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I wanted to follow you out to that revel;
the night was still young, at least for a rebel. I saw myself chugging down beers on your couch and playin’ round, flirting, trashing the house. We drove down to Denver to see a big show The applause like liquidation from the people you know. The Skandoms rocked out, the crowd went insane the young guys got knocked up, they relished their fame. Party on, Wayne! harder still! The best part of life is these kinds of thrills.
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