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Jun 2012
Our love was made in China,
Outta of the sparks rose a fire,
Now we're all burning,
For that love we've been yearning,
That love that started the fire.

Who can call it love,
If we've only got a taste.
The words on the tip of my tongue,
In my ears that laugh stays rung.
In opposite directions we race.

Didn't push me off,
Seemed it enjoy it all.
But at least we have that day,
Where you and I played.
No one can break that wall.

Our love was made in China,
Outta of the sparks rose a cloud of ash,
Now we're all cold,
From that love we've been told,
That love that stayed dead at the site of the crash.

Odd zoo animal,
Let him in my house.
I was only trying not to be a ***** *****,
Now he wants to get hitched.
Such a creepy craving mouse.

Gave to him a gift,
I was his first kiss,
He was fine but I wanted more,
So awkward he couldn't handle a *****.
But please go on insist.

Our love was made in China,
Outta of the sparks rose a column of black,
Now we're all empty,
From that love we've held gently,
That love that stayed at her house and won't ever come back.
I thought about it again...weird.
Wuji
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Wuji
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   Keyana Brown
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