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Sep 2014
Welcome in, there's no one home.
I'm always all alone.
Vacant as the night sky,
but the twinkling is a lie.

The lights are on,
but the warmth is gone.
Like the sun going down behind the hill-
You're always leaving,
'Cas these are spaces you can't fill.
Luna
Written by
Luna  Ireland
(Ireland)   
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   ---, ---, Harley Hucof and SPT
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