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Sep 2014
All I need is
a beat.
Do you know
what I mean?
Come up on the
bright streets.
Flip it around,
and it's obscene.
So baby, let me
live, let me see.
And I promise
I'll give it back,
they've got nothin' on us
because things never
looked so bright.

So bang the drum,
look my way.
Saw you smile
and look away.
That's when I knew
you feel the way I do.
Just know I feel the way you do.
John
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John  28/M/New York
(28/M/New York)   
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   Bipolar Hypocrite and SPT
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