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Jan 2012
me:Β Β its just that
i walk passed you
sleeping so peaceful like
in the breeze of the fan
middle of winter chicago
my windows open
maybe i do burn a little warm
and i look at you
as i walk passed
and your all snuggled up
you're like
tucked in
in them blanket
and i'm just saying
i walk by
look upons you
with the eyes i have in my skull
and see your closed ones
all within your own skull
and i'm all'thinking on who you are
thinking about whats in that brain
and all withins
and my look
and so then, i'm like
what a good one
ya know
and so
Written by
   --- and Jon Tobias
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