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Wild Eyes by Paul Baribeau
Wouldn’t say I was your best friend, I was just someone who would listen. But it was you and me all summer long down in your parents’ basement. That was years ago, we’re not those kids anymore, it’s just that I’ve never seen wild eyes like yours.
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