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Jun 2015
you say you love me through drunken dialed phone calls at 5 in the morning and I can't say it back. I just don't want to give you something that I know I lack. If I had the love you deserved then maybe I'd be the one for you. But I am crimson and you are green and together we create a different hue.
Written by
   r l, Glayz Welch, Mike Essig, --- and L
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