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Mar 2017
Maybe you're just out of touch
and me too, a little out of reality
but maybe you'll holler me down next sunday
make your hands form a heart when you feel alone
and you'll know just how i feel inside

call my number if you feel like i do inside
maybe you'll hollow me out next sunday
cradle it all, baby of sorrow and ebony tough love
we hood and love doesn't belong here
trying to be cool around you, but i'm feeling lower than ever

just a bit of letting go and things that i'm not going to live
with next sunday
Written by
欣快  17/Genderqueer/Phoenix
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