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Jul 2015
Maybe you could call me pretty
And I could fall in love with the way you say my name
You could get lost in my eyes and the feeling of my hands in your hair
But we know this will all end soon
I won't get back to you
And you will find someone new to spend time on
This could be how it works
Or we could change it forever
DustBall
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DustBall  A small town
(A small town)   
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   Ariel Baptista
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