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He belted a few more down,
Grabbed his jacket, left the bar,
Walked out into the cold.
He cuts the wind with his face,
Oh, what a lover's words can do.
How some of Dean's days end.
Uhm I'm not even sure if this is worth posting... but... here it is...
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He belted a few more down,
Grabbed his jacket, left the bar,
Walked out into the cold.
He cuts the wind with his face,
Oh, what a lover's words can do.
...yeah sorry
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