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I catch myself daydreaming, about myself but living In another world or an alternative universe I think of all the possibilities That you and me could be Of all the scenarios Where our paths would come close I think of what if I was a San Francisco native? Or what if I had build my life in Paris? When would we meet? When would you fit? Because if I'm resurrected If I come back from the dead I would want you, guaranteed Ain't that some greed?
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Jan 16, 2018
Jan 16, 2018 at 1:29 AM UTC
Greed
I catch myself daydreaming, about myself but living In another world or an alternative universe I think of all the possibilities That you and me could be Of all the scenarios Where our paths would come close I think of what if I was a San Francisco native? Or what if I had build my life in Paris? When would we meet? When would you fit? Because if I'm resurrected If I come back from the dead I would want you, guaranteed Ain't that some greed?
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Jan 16, 2018
Jan 16, 2018 at 1:29 AM UTC
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