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Oct 2015
how I love it
when you're coming home
smells like your perfume
mixed with your tired skin and smoke

and I will never
be more stoked,
when you ask me to
join you as your body get soaked

in the water
in the water

never will resist,
you'll be glad tomorrow
ill take you by surprise that

I'm more than me,
more than me

it's a long and tiring day
let me hold your head as you lay down
with my hands i'll squeeze the pain now
and then I'll wait
until you say that i'm okay now
and be wanting for another round

in the water
in the water
Written by
alvin guanlao
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