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Aug 2013
I walked slowly out to the parking lot
You were waiting there with your long black hair
Blowing in the wind like the leaves on the trees above
The way you look at me, babe, it's not fair
Blinking silently against a black backdrop
It's getting colder now, I can see it on your skin
All I know when I look deep into you
Is that I can never, ever really win

It's like I can't stop thinking
Of you and your hips
The way they sway so effortlessly
And how you hold your cup, taking only sips
And the way you use your lips
The way you use your lips

We took a drive in your baby blue car
Down to the river where we could talk
The water knew what we were saying
And to it, it really was no big shock
That things were tumbling down
Getting ****** into a lover's black hole
Falling ******* the *****, rocky ground
We both knew it would end this way
But we took our chances, decided to play
John
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John  28/M/New York
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