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Jun 2014
My mind wanders on a twisted path
My thoughts are a tangled in the same way our hands do when intertwined
I even forgot to check my spaghetti when I began to think about seeing your face
I guess what I'm saying is, you occupy my mind in a whole new way
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Null  Far away, USA
(Far away, USA)   
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