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That Kind of Love

by Room

You see, I want that, I want that, ‘my friends think I’m crazy’ kind of love. That ‘reckless’ kind of love. That ‘wake up early make you breakfast’ kind of love. That, ‘crack open my life and say look, you gotta see this’ kind of love. Forget the shallow stuff, I want the deepest kind of love. That ‘I want to stay up late and tell you all my secrets’ kind of love. That every time I see you walk on pieces kind of love. I want that ‘stand next to me’ kind of love. That ‘it’s by destiny’ kind of love. That ‘no matter what happens to me, you’ll always get the best of me’ kind of love. That ‘you get my heart and my mind, this world gets the rest of me’ kind of love. That ‘invest in me’ kind of love, because ‘you already know that I’m invested in you’ kind of love. That ‘you come home upset, and you don’t have to say nothing, I already know what to do’ kind of love. I want, love.
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Published
Mar 28, 2014
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Title: To The Girl Who Works at Starbucks Down The Street From My House

Credits to: Rudy Francisco

28.03.2014

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8dgm4c7Xs80

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