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Dec 2015
I left my clothes at your house,
You left your drinks at mine
Oh and I wish you were here
Forty-five, now it's ten-o-nine
My ribs let go with you laying there
I catch every sigh
'Cause I listen with my eyes
We both feel a shift,
And ask the right thing
At the very right time
That's why
You know what I mean,
That's why
Calli Kirra
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Calli Kirra  23/Los Angeles/London
(23/Los Angeles/London)   
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