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In a moment of intimacy We exchanged pleasantries When the vibe was ready I spoke a rememberance When I thought you were gone Forever my guard was dead But that sweet pastel feeling Found its way in me again You've got that kind of power And you know where we end Pick it up like hot lead Without saying what was dead

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Published: Apr 1, 2011
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