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Dec 2012
Words don't mean a thing when your body's my language,
and our words sound better when there pressed together
My heart can't keep up with my fingers. They're all over you.
What i'm feeling is your body, that emotion is true.
I can't take this any more. What have we got to loose?
Hold your tongue, baby, or i can hold it for you.
Written by
KH
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