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Chasing, rushing, grasping on Falling, running, can't keep up Your lyric is my melody My pulse, your heartbeat Couldn't quite say it but felt it in your hot gaze.
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Oct 5, 2012
Oct 5, 2012 at 8:08 PM UTC
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Chasing, rushing, grasping on Falling, running, can't keep up Your lyric is my melody My pulse, your heartbeat Couldn't quite say it but felt it in your hot gaze.
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Oct 5, 2012
Oct 5, 2012 at 8:08 PM UTC
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