today is a day where they'll play our song and we sing and lay on fresh green grass, a thousand miles away thinking about 6 years ago under that bridge we were the lucky ones who got to escape maybe i'll find her again in the next life we'll see detroit again together one day, one day.
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The extension of that poem hits just as much as the og.
ahh glad u caught the poem ;)
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fucking amazing
appreciate it my dude
ahh