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while I chase the sunshine & clouds framing the shape of your mouth like who am I to think she can fly or get that high but it's Sunday. I am asking the air a favor that your thinnest shirt might remind you of me that the next time you run the sun could burn you some that we might get a drink and blink a thousand times in a bar is nonsense is weekend news like a shovel to help make your pretty bed call me your friend and tell her yes wake up again and against it ask me if I am in love
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Jul 6, 2016
Jul 6, 2016 at 1:43 AM UTC
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while I chase the sunshine & clouds framing the shape of your mouth like who am I to think she can fly or get that high but it's Sunday. I am asking the air a favor that your thinnest shirt might remind you of me that the next time you run the sun could burn you some that we might get a drink and blink a thousand times in a bar is nonsense is weekend news like a shovel to help make your pretty bed call me your friend and tell her yes wake up again and against it ask me if I am in love
julie-butler
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Jul 6, 2016
Jul 6, 2016 at 1:43 AM UTC
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