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Jan 2014
Play me the guitar, then take my shirt off bare like all the other girls.
Kiss me sweet, then tell me there are no strings attached.
Point out the stars and hold my hand, then tell me I'm not a number
And I know I am.

And it's not fair because I have to cry and you have to feel nothing.
Written by
Erica Laughton  America
(America)   
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   Hoping2bhelpfull
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