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Sep 2017
The moment we forgot we were just good friends I moved my arm her face went red again one more bus home another silent weekend
Said love was painted gold like all things growing old the paint peels and slowly falls you already know
Looking out the glass always sit together we both know we could be someone better not with our heads like London weather
Said love was painted gold like all things growing old the paint peels and slowly falls you already know
Pineapples
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Pineapples  Gloucester
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