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Feb 2018
All the parties all the drinks
It was not worth anything
I found you, you found me
It seems that we are meant to be
You love me
I love you
Death will let us know when we're through
That's the only thing though
Not these parties not these cheap hoes
We will last I'm sure of that
And if we don't, I'm sure you'll be back
your girl b
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your girl b  NYC
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