he keeps running through my head like a bullet, a good one though, and last night, iron and wine, jack johnson, him the moon, queer as folk, what can i say, what can i do, i cant let him know, i want to be wtih him, and then the other man, what happens to him, how does that end, does it, there's traffic in the sky, and then the pin, don't forget
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