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Sometimes I pretend to be a stranger passing through I approach afraid, confused I walk about disorientated, unsure of what I'm looking for I tap you, lightly, on the shoulder Then I ****** your senses I smother you, I burn you, I destroy you Yet you seek me out, wandering aimlessly, whispering, "Excuse me, I'm looking for Love..."
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Mar 10, 2011
Mar 10, 2011 at 6:03 PM UTC
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Sometimes I pretend to be a stranger passing through I approach afraid, confused I walk about disorientated, unsure of what I'm looking for I tap you, lightly, on the shoulder Then I ****** your senses I smother you, I burn you, I destroy you Yet you seek me out, wandering aimlessly, whispering, "Excuse me, I'm looking for Love..."
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Mar 10, 2011
Mar 10, 2011 at 6:03 PM UTC
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