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You are all as loud as a vaccum cleaner, The living room's a refrigerator and my room's a heater. And he, He is my safety zone, a smell of his cologne and I know I'm not alone, I cannot name the feeling in a rhyme, I guess it feels like erasing bad times. Why'd you decide to get annoying and inquisitive when I'm high on love? Why'd you push my buttons when I'm on a high, love? When I'm sporting that love drunk smile, just leave me alone for a while, it takes time for an overdose to sink in, meanwhile, just trust that I'm living from within.
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Sep 4, 2016
Sep 4, 2016 at 6:05 AM UTC
Introverted Love
You are all as loud as a vaccum cleaner, The living room's a refrigerator and my room's a heater. And he, He is my safety zone, a smell of his cologne and I know I'm not alone, I cannot name the feeling in a rhyme, I guess it feels like erasing bad times. Why'd you decide to get annoying and inquisitive when I'm high on love? Why'd you push my buttons when I'm on a high, love? When I'm sporting that love drunk smile, just leave me alone for a while, it takes time for an overdose to sink in, meanwhile, just trust that I'm living from within.
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Sep 4, 2016
Sep 4, 2016 at 6:05 AM UTC
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