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Nov 2015
it's not how we
stick around
'cause I can't be the bend for you
can't be the,
chorus up loud;
but I need you to hear me

I've
stopped calling it
restless when
these thin lines start to smart
being confronted by your
perfect waist, your
burning eyes, if I;
if I cannot lay beside you,
my try for sleep, I must
deny
>|< Julie Butler
Julie Butler
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