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Looking back on old photos Makes me want to scrub the essence Of you From the passengers seat of my truck And the skin of my arms The freckles on my cheeks The sheets on my bed You make me feel ***** now How the tables turn
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Jun 27, 2018
Jun 27, 2018 at 7:26 PM UTC
How The Tables Turn
Looking back on old photos Makes me want to scrub the essence Of you From the passengers seat of my truck And the skin of my arms The freckles on my cheeks The sheets on my bed You make me feel ***** now How the tables turn
OneOfTheTiredSouls
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Jun 27, 2018
Jun 27, 2018 at 7:26 PM UTC
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