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Aug 2017
i was in love with a dancer
all i had was my two left feet

know every time he'd call me
i'd think 1 and 1 is 2
2 and 2 is three

didn't make sense at all
but hell, i was i
he was he

i wasn't fire
i was ash

no explosion
it just died down
like the music come 3am
still awake but it's time to go

he would fly too high
and i'd take a fall
by the end i knew
we can't have it all
pache paredes
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     unnamed and Marshall Messi
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