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Old Records

All I wanted was to lay awake with you In a dark room, staring at the white celing Not giving a shit about the world Or talking bout' feelings Just listening to my old records In silence.. Without saying a single word With our hearts wide open And our clothes all over the floor But I was never good to you Thats what I get for being true It seems like you've always prefered All those little pricks that want you to be scared Dear, lonelyness is nothing to be afraid of You can always  find a friend Inside the next glass of liquor Oh, love. One can never bet too young to seek for truth Don't know much about it myself But we can find it together if you want me to With you I'd sail the seven seas Through tides and storms until the sky completely clears.
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Jun 5, 2013
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