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“Less than a friend”

And with me here again The sober mind is over To a love that I can hold, In a lapsed memory, As I grow old. Give me your kiss, To mimic this fleeting bliss. And the warmth in this moment It will not end, More than a buddy. Less than a friend. With the love we share, As I hear you scream, Reminds me now, It’s a just a dream, A fleeting passion, This sight unseen. Give me your kiss, To mimic this fleeting bliss. And the warmth in this moment It will not end, More than a buddy. Less than a friend. You cant call me lonely, We kill it with this. As our lips meet, They mimic fleeting bliss.
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nick-foley
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Jan 24, 2012
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