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May 2014
He's missing something
They're always missing sonething
The only man for me it's lit up on the big screen
Kissing made up ladies in perfect fading jeans
Being young isn't so fun when you're seventeen years away from me
I sound so dumb
But, baby
Calli Kirra
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Calli Kirra  23/Los Angeles/London
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