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Fucking Love

by mal-brown

I don’t know How do you, Know what Love is? They say you know When you know But looking at you Is heartbreaking I don’t love you But you love me This cant be right Were too young Find someone who Knows what its like I don’t want this I can’t have this But I can’t get you Out of my head All I want is You in my bed I want to spend every Fucking moment With you But we cant Too many roads Too many rivers Are between us Boy I know We could be more than Just this We could have a future The one you want But I’m scared I don’t think that far I don’t get that deep Maybe I should.
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Published
Jun 26, 2015
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2m
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#love#original
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