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we may be broke, but richer than most ceiling caving, walls cracking, and floor crumbling, but when our fingers hug and our palms kiss, its as if our souls take a sign of relief we could be sleeping in the gutters, but baby we'd be home
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Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 8:12 PM UTC
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we may be broke, but richer than most ceiling caving, walls cracking, and floor crumbling, but when our fingers hug and our palms kiss, its as if our souls take a sign of relief we could be sleeping in the gutters, but baby we'd be home
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Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 8:12 PM UTC
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