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Mar 2014
Untitled
A cigarette burnt my hand
And you were there tonight
My first thought was not
You're so beautiful
But a less desperate
How the **** should I act
And it still hurts
But I guess I'm moving
Right
Written by
Sinai
237
   Alex Knight and Faith
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