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3 Strikes Your Out

I'ma cause you to implode inside that bubble you live in. Give me a needle, pop it, explode. An infraction, a piece of data stored away, "The caller you are trying to reach is unavailable". @#*% it!!!!! Tuck this conversation under your doormat, couldn't even hit it with a bat. But I'm going to pitch it to you slow & still strike you out. Without a doubt this is my game I'm taking you out. Love letters in a box expressing emotions through the mail, chasing love like a puppy chases his tail. Like Friends of Distinction singing "You Got Me Going In Circles, Spun Out Over You". And when you finally come home again everything feels so brand new. And we got to start all over again. A new game, a different field, a different us every time you take that trip on the bus, I'm left alone at the bat striking myself out. But not this time baby, I'm calling 3 STRIKES YOUR OUT

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