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I don't care where we go. I've finished my drink; You're thinking about what's underneath my clothes. So take me home, and you can stay in my bed until the moon becomes the sun instead. Please be gone in the morning.
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Sep 28, 2016
Sep 28, 2016 at 2:40 AM UTC
After Hours
I don't care where we go. I've finished my drink; You're thinking about what's underneath my clothes. So take me home, and you can stay in my bed until the moon becomes the sun instead. Please be gone in the morning.
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Sep 28, 2016
Sep 28, 2016 at 2:40 AM UTC
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