2/17/2005
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when i think of that song
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when i think of that song, i think of me driving in issaquah, almost dark, but darker than it should be at that time, like winter is coming and i am in issaquah and i live in a place where you pay a half a mill for less than an acre and parents jog with their strollers and the stores are new, the liquor stores are new, and everything is clean, and i don't belong there...but i am there.
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