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So, here I am Tired as hell Here in the singing room Hopeful for coffee to help And then you walk in. Wearing a seemingly simple outfit. White long sleeve and jeans Highlighting everything good in you. Maybe it's a hidden love That's been harbored in my heart Waiting to come out and try for him. And with hope, some success could come Or maybe not. Maybe I just like white fabric Against your copper hair. And I'm searching for something to cling to. Tired eyes like mine Always falling for good outfits Particularly speaking, though, White shirts are always going to **** me.
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Dec 16, 2013
Dec 16, 2013 at 9:00 AM UTC
Tired Eyes & White Shirts
So, here I am Tired as hell Here in the singing room Hopeful for coffee to help And then you walk in. Wearing a seemingly simple outfit. White long sleeve and jeans Highlighting everything good in you. Maybe it's a hidden love That's been harbored in my heart Waiting to come out and try for him. And with hope, some success could come Or maybe not. Maybe I just like white fabric Against your copper hair. And I'm searching for something to cling to. Tired eyes like mine Always falling for good outfits Particularly speaking, though, White shirts are always going to **** me.
Haha you can probably guess this.
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Dec 16, 2013
Dec 16, 2013 at 9:00 AM UTC
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