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Feb 2016
In my bed
Drunk
******
My problems seem to fade
Like my stress
Once I take that hit to the lungs
  I take that shot or two

Once I think of her bare skin on mine
Her lips  on mine
Smiling so heavily
Breathing so heavily  
Inside of her

Yeah life's not to bad
Listening  to music
And thinking of the way she sees you
When she opens that door
REAL
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   kellkaym and Cecil Miller
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