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My hands could not reach the cupboards When I was young I was always the dreamer I was the hero that saved Sticks were swords But I could never reach the cupboards ***** I'm still a dreamer And I still need her She was mess I guess As I'm sliding off her dress And yes I'm blessed Cuz we shared the same bed Where I rest my head Its where I dream of you
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Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 4:26 AM UTC
Cupboards and dreams
My hands could not reach the cupboards When I was young I was always the dreamer I was the hero that saved Sticks were swords But I could never reach the cupboards ***** I'm still a dreamer And I still need her She was mess I guess As I'm sliding off her dress And yes I'm blessed Cuz we shared the same bed Where I rest my head Its where I dream of you
cowin-alan
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Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 4:26 AM UTC
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