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Apr 2013
I wanted to call I wanted to hear your voice
I wanted us to talk for hours like it used to be I wanted to call
I want to lay in your arms for hours like it used to be
I want the sweet part I used to own now I can't ever seem to find
Because the you I love my love is no longer the loss I feel is so deep so dark so long ask hot so cold a trillion highs could not give me my fix I have tried
Written by
jessica Philpott  Oregon
(Oregon)   
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   Bell McCabe
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