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Apr 2015
I want you to show up at my front door tonight
drunk and soaking wet
confessing how much you've missed me
regretting how it was left

That girl you're seeing now
she's a distraction to stop you going mad
when you close your eyes its my face you see
to take away the sad

I want you to tell me all of these things
and then to forcefully invite yourself in
i want you to grab my face and tell me you love me
and for us to try again

I then want to take you to bed
and have you hold me like before
i could wait up all night -

But there will be no knock at my front door.
AR
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AR  United Kingdom
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