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I tell myself it was a deer. It was a deer. I truly believe that. ... Most days. But whenever September rolls around, and I ride past the flowers and the small cross, I can't help but wonder if it really was a deer... Either way, I can't do anything about. It was just a deer.
Just a deer.
this is why i always have sex with the lights on.
New meaning to the phrase "deer in headlights"
Waaaake me up, when september ends
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