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Your voice

by Aiman

Your voice is my addiction my drug, my heroin the only person i want to listen that sound is my current obsession your voice is my lullaby the melody i hear every night the sweetest voice that tucks me in you're the one to help me get to sleep your voice sounds like home to accompany me when i'm alone and every time we're talking on the phone somehow it feels like you're sitting close Even though we're so far away hearing your voice could light up my day cause right now i miss you dearly and i can't wait to hear your voice, baby.
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Written by
Aiman
Published
Sep 8, 2014
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It's not that good, but i've tried. Specially made for someone i love :)

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#love#addiction#home#sleep#relationship#drug#obsession#voice#missing#lullaby
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