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Jun 2014
of course you kissed her lips,
and of course you held her hips,

but don't you see this is why,
you always ask me why I cry,

don't you see now the red inside me,
dont you see now you cant find me,

don't you see now that you will never hold me,
that you will always scold me,

and that's the answer to your stupid question.
Alaska Young
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