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Feb 2016
I´m back in this silly town,
where everything reminds me of you.
All these songs only get me down
as they bring little glimpses of you.
But if you only knew
how you take my inspiration away,
just like my self love runs dry,
and how many nights
my dreams carry your face;
you would surely think I´m mad,
cause I´m missing someone who´s never been mine.
Maybe I´m mad, maybe my hopes were too high
Flor Boetsch
Written by
Flor Boetsch  Argentina
(Argentina)   
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   Derek Devereaux Smith and Pax
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