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Oct 2015
I made a move
You pushed me away
We laughed, cried, our love was decayed.
I remembered after you left, that you made me your slave.
In love no one should be in slavery, baby you misbehaved.
A Lopez
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A Lopez  Mexico city, mexico
(Mexico city, mexico)   
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