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Oct 2015
What would I do if you weren't here, baby?
I'd suffer endlessly
Carrying a pair of house keys
That use to jingle from your wrist
When you once wore it.
Oh, what would I do if they reposed the tv?
You stopped letting me borrow your car,
I could not live in idle steam.
I fanatic for your body blazing,
You take a load off me.
Cole Hearn
Written by
Cole Hearn  Snapwalk Parish
(Snapwalk Parish)   
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