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My heart still beats though it's dead a little bit She only pays attention to me if I play dead for a little bit But when I spring to life She chases who's dead a little bit She can always tell Because he only replies for a little bit I've played that game  before Only replying for a little bit Leaving her with questions.... I hope he likes me a little bit It makes her care a lot But they'll only be together for a little bit Because she pushes when he pulls Leaving him hurt a for little bit So now he's given up Leaving him dead a little bit Will that ever change? I don't know I'm dying. Not dead. Just a little bit.
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Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 3:13 PM UTC
Dead a little bit
My heart still beats though it's dead a little bit She only pays attention to me if I play dead for a little bit But when I spring to life She chases who's dead a little bit She can always tell Because he only replies for a little bit I've played that game  before Only replying for a little bit Leaving her with questions.... I hope he likes me a little bit It makes her care a lot But they'll only be together for a little bit Because she pushes when he pulls Leaving him hurt a for little bit So now he's given up Leaving him dead a little bit Will that ever change? I don't know I'm dying. Not dead. Just a little bit.
Never give up on love. Find another.
quela-vente
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Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 3:13 PM UTC
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