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Feb 2018
You can't shake me
and I don't see me laughing
you know I'm so tired
we come back to where we started
from the point where from I fell to just now
well, babe, I ain't got time to chase you around any more somehow
licking my lips leads me back to now
you stand there hands on hips
giving me a frown
and your know look so wareing
lift my body up and carry me home.
P@ul   ***.
Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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