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Mar 2015
It's like when I talk,
He's waiting for me to stop
So he can take my chin and tilt it up
Like shut up and kiss me,
Baby shut up and miss me
'Cause you hear what I say
You look in my eyes
He stares at my face
Calli Kirra
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Calli Kirra  23/Los Angeles/London
(23/Los Angeles/London)   
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