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She took the swing, this fragile thing, she took the shot and since then she's got me jumping, got me running, hitting, frantically searching, no time for sitting, she's got me in this corner, knowing all this time I'd have worn her as a hat or red cowboy boots. Her being loots my mind, my waking moment, I want to hold, touch and kiss engulf us both in bliss, as we watch and comment as we notice what the calm meant when we finally found our seats. Heartbeats chase us, take us underground and up again, shivering, trembling body parts, these hearts, shaking, swinging, without the need to plan, keep my passion singing.
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Mar 17, 2017
Mar 17, 2017 at 6:39 PM UTC
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She took the swing, this fragile thing, she took the shot and since then she's got me jumping, got me running, hitting, frantically searching, no time for sitting, she's got me in this corner, knowing all this time I'd have worn her as a hat or red cowboy boots. Her being loots my mind, my waking moment, I want to hold, touch and kiss engulf us both in bliss, as we watch and comment as we notice what the calm meant when we finally found our seats. Heartbeats chase us, take us underground and up again, shivering, trembling body parts, these hearts, shaking, swinging, without the need to plan, keep my passion singing.
I gave away a penalty People understood, still thought of me as good rather than faulty.
Daan
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Belgian
Mar 17, 2017
Mar 17, 2017 at 6:39 PM UTC
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