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Sep 2013
I wanna be the first to know
I wanna be your number one
When your skies are grey
I wanna be your Sun
I wanna be the Sun

When I first met you
I knew you were different
Nobody thought it was true
But I had my sights set on you
With those big brown eyes
You'd look through your hair at me
Whenever I'd touch you
I could suddenly see
I could suddenly see again

Everyone loved to talk
About what they saw in us
I don't know what they thought
But behind us, always trailed a fuss
Bobbing heads and flapping mouths
Like they knew something that we didn't
We would just laugh it off
Those little hearty bouts
Oh how I miss your laugh
John
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John  28/M/New York
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