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Jun 2019
My stomach is in a knot
Because as my lips are being traced by yours
My name is on the tip of your tongue
But you don't spit it out
You complain about the song
nothing new
Written by
mjad  19/F/USA
   925, devine, Sarah Adams and BR Dragos
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