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Aug 2013
The floor tells me your awake,
Dreams from your hair you shake,
And you steal my thoughts,I kinda think I want some back, cause you are a curve, that does not crack
You are bamboo, so don't ******* move, your foreign to these shores
You weren't advertised well, and you can't be bought from any stores, like most girls these days,
You little thief Chloe
Written by
Alexander Ross
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