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Apr 2015
Every night before i go to bed
To my self I said
Why can't I get you outta my head
outta my head

When I kissed those lips
tender as rose, scarlet red
each second slowed down
as I counted

That silky hair I brushed
from your soft forehead
Those slender arms I held
As my heart rose from the dead

Will I ever forget that
days spent with no second thought
Even now when I walk alone
In the thoughts, I am always caught

Why can't I get you outta my head
outta my head
Vishnu Teja
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Vishnu Teja  Bangalore
(Bangalore)   
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