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Breaking up it’s hurt, In my white shirt dirt, Why you keep flirt, In other girls skirt. Day and night, My mind was on the flight, I keep losing my eyesight, Fooling myself that your coming home tonight.
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Oct 20, 2017
Oct 20, 2017 at 10:54 PM UTC
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Breaking up it’s hurt, In my white shirt dirt, Why you keep flirt, In other girls skirt. Day and night, My mind was on the flight, I keep losing my eyesight, Fooling myself that your coming home tonight.
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Oct 20, 2017
Oct 20, 2017 at 10:54 PM UTC
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