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Jan 2017
I wish that sleep wasn't a thing
So I could spend all night talking

And I wish your breathing
Didn'tΒ Β sound like snoring,
(through a microphone)

And though I know your hear with me
On the phone
I wish more then anything
That I wasn't home alone
Written by
Death-throws  hamilton, new zealand
(hamilton, new zealand)   
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