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I've spent hours in acoustic jam sets, music clubs and small gigs trying to find out where I need to go. Nothing brought me so close to necessity and home than that small record store; Against old red brick walls and damp dark gray pavements, I found you. I was the bullet and you were the cartridge.
There are ten of thousands songs out there I have yet to listen and dedicate to you. Please give me your forever.
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