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Jeff Term

plinous, le vendredi 20 mars 1992.

There were ghosts on the highway
Afraid they’re meaning less
There are ghosts on the highway
A trend of bitterness

And I drove on the highway
Sure I was meaning less
A gun club followed my way
And jeffrey drowned no bless

Knowing not who was a heroïne to him
But ya she had really got him
He said an indian just passed away
...Icon of a dead day

She got his soul on the highway
The gun club shrank the space
Should I be scared for my own days
A no-way smile on jeffrey’s face