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I swore that I knew you just like the back of my hand every blemish, every freckle, every scar, was you But now My blemishes begin to even out My freckles, rearranging themselves And any old scars are fading.
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Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 12:53 AM UTC
like the back of my hand
I swore that I knew you just like the back of my hand every blemish, every freckle, every scar, was you But now My blemishes begin to even out My freckles, rearranging themselves And any old scars are fading.
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zarab
Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 12:53 AM UTC
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