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Sep 2018
Oh what ways can I amuse you today
Making you fall for me over and over and over again
Dragging myself to the end of the bed to make you feel like we didn't pretend
And no I won't say we were better off friends
Cause that path lacks this passion we can't comprehend
When our ship sinks we find a submarine and keep on swimming  days blow by bedroom dances make us willing to engorge ourselves on little revealing dances of common courtesy gone too far
I feel like I'm jumping through hoops made of language from Mars
Some type of subterranean menace beneath the skin endlessly repeating Ill remember how we somehow started but never made a plan to begin
Hearing you call me a blessing a curse and a fill in for verses of life between our duet for the chorus in bed that we share.
Written by
Avestani  27/M/In My Head
(27/M/In My Head)   
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     --- and Alysia Marie
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