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You've got a place in Times Square you buy me nice things you like how I look and you like how I sing I can't count all the stamps that your passport has your speech is refined you can talk about jazz But I know by the touch of your soft, gentle hand you're not hurt, you're not angry you wont understand.
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Mar 29, 2016
Mar 29, 2016 at 9:21 PM UTC
Never Enough
You've got a place in Times Square you buy me nice things you like how I look and you like how I sing I can't count all the stamps that your passport has your speech is refined you can talk about jazz But I know by the touch of your soft, gentle hand you're not hurt, you're not angry you wont understand.
Anistasia
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Mar 29, 2016
Mar 29, 2016 at 9:21 PM UTC
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