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Oct 8
I can blame the champagne
for signing my heart away
to cheap thrills
bruised knees

On the back of your motorbike
riding through the city
as if life made sense

The Springsteen records you played
were stuck in my head

Just like you
Written by
Bansi Adroja  28/F/Oxford
     Ms Anjaan, Bogdan Dragos and vb
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