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Jul 2014
Stumbling through the city
I'm a pretend fire.
You've got a blanket on tote heart cause you know I'm a liar.

And I've brushed against your hand just a few too many times.
But you don't seem to move away
Keeping steady lines.

Woahh
I think I'm falling..
And woahh
I think I'm losing who I was..


And woahh
You think you know me but you don't...
Cause oh oh you ain't ever gonna get close..


My walls are too high
For your bloodshot eyes
And my drink is to strong
I can feel it inside..
Hmmm I kind of just wrote...

This is experimental. Opinions?
Ruthie
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Ruthie  Dublin, Ireland
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