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Sep 2012
Tell me how to win you over
Tell me how to win at all
For now I shudder when I see you
And when you look, I see the wall

Tell me why the rest are taken
Tell me why I'm all alone
I was born to be your queen
But you're refusing me the throne

Ask me why I cradle pictures
Of your face, alone at night
Your too cold to hold me, kiss me
I'm too warm, I'm like sunlight
Robyn
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Robyn  Seattle, WA
(Seattle, WA)   
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