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Jul 2015
I still have weird fantaisies about you and me
I wish
You were in my emergency contacts
When I get drunk
I have your name on my lips and my silence as a price
I walk on eggshells just to keep being your friend
I wish
I could stop, but drugs are a too tough
And I don't know how to quit you.
Turn Off The Lights
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