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You tell me another story. But I gathered some facts. Lame excuses' it's a lowry, I'm so fed up of your acts. Getting the tinnitus because I'm lovelorn, So tired of locking yours with my horn, Are you dead tired of fighting too? Did you not know this already too? Gaining what out of the fight you are, Only we can be the best possible friends. Come descend back home, A helpless heart awaits you, Another ceasefire beckons, Come let's bury the hatchet.
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Sep 26, 2016
Sep 26, 2016 at 6:22 AM UTC
Come Let's Bury The Hatchet
You tell me another story. But I gathered some facts. Lame excuses' it's a lowry, I'm so fed up of your acts. Getting the tinnitus because I'm lovelorn, So tired of locking yours with my horn, Are you dead tired of fighting too? Did you not know this already too? Gaining what out of the fight you are, Only we can be the best possible friends. Come descend back home, A helpless heart awaits you, Another ceasefire beckons, Come let's bury the hatchet.
Atul
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35/M/Indian
Sep 26, 2016
Sep 26, 2016 at 6:22 AM UTC
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