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Sep 15
You said that after all these times, it’s always been me
But yet, I know that if you were placed in a room with all of us
I would not be the one you run to
Would not be the one you glace at first
Would not be the one who catches your eye

You'd look at her
in the blink of an eye
Written by
Nathalie  F/Los angeles
(F/Los angeles)   
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