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Aug 2015
The look in your eyes
Hurt my heart
Keeping it quiet
Make me die
Until sunrise
Enough you lie
I follow ,i try
I sleeping cry
Drinking & fly
Smoking high
To lose
Or to die
You shine
I'm shy
You roll me
As joint
Or dice
You are my vice
As a vibe
You wit me
Far away
To be who we are
Written by
ukown  Morocco
(Morocco)   
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