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Nov 2017
As I smoke my last cigarette
No need to sit here and fret
My life is going nowhere fast
All I do is dwell on the past
I love this girl just so much
And I would do anything to feel her touch
With her eyes of brown and hair the same
And I am sitting here playing a game
I am not the kind to go and stalk
I am the kind that lowers there head and takes a walk
As I look into a star
I kindly ask where you are
It is so scary to be all alone
I want to just pick up the phone
I know I must let her be
To make up her mind if she wants to be with me
I said it before and I will say it again
I will love her till the very end
#Built
#up
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