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Apr 2013
It's dark and the room is spinning around me
And it's him and it's me and we're talking about nothing really
And i'm just trying to concentrate on his eyes, they're so blue
But there's so much THC in my blood
And I think it's doing the thinking for me.

Because I see you and you seem so close
But really you are miles and miles away
And I see her hair and it's red and all I know is
I hate it so much.
I hate her stupid red hair because your hands like to explore it
When I'm looking and I may be really far gone but
Not enough to know what you're trying to do.

So two can play this game so I make out with blue eyes
And it's painful and passionate and I regret it but
I don't regret seeing your face as he leads me up the stairs
As you remember that the last time we were alone together you did
The same thing.
Anna King
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