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Oct 2024
We don't talk to much lately
I'm locked and lost inside my head
Lots of options, I can't talk to them like you though
You know the clock stops dead, I've lost my only friend
I want to fall asleep, that's how I see you're face again
You are perfect, and I'm so basic
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NateWest  30/M/Canada
(30/M/Canada)   
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