Nov 2015
I'm only tripped out
by the thought of you
and burning by
the feeling of your hands
on my hips
but the sad thing is
when i'm sober
the high goes away
and reality hits
by the thought of you
and burning by
the feeling of your hands
on my hips
but the sad thing is
when i'm sober
the high goes away
and reality hits
(VA)
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