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Parking Lot
I’ve Got My Ways To Make You Pay.
Just Another Song About The Good ‘Ol Days.
Smilin’ Hi At Back Of The Line.
In The Parking Lot, I’ve Got Mine.
I Can’t Tell,
Is This The Angel I’ve Been Singing For
Or The Demon I’ve Been Waiting For?
I Can’t Tell,
If The Ticking Minutes Tock.
You’ve Read My Mind Before.
Like All The People Thought,
You’ve Had My Kind Before.
But Today, Is She?
Friday 17th May 2019 4:55 pm
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