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He looks like the kind of guy I want to take me steal me into the night and let nobody save me It feels like the kind of night with my hands tied above my head dazed with stars in my eyes lips on mine like flesh full of lead He's probably the kind of guy to bump straight into me on the train takes a week to agree to staying the night not very selfish and not that vain It's probably the kind of night When its going great in my head but we say our goodbyes and go straight home to bed.
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Mar 28, 2015
Mar 28, 2015 at 10:19 PM UTC
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He looks like the kind of guy I want to take me steal me into the night and let nobody save me It feels like the kind of night with my hands tied above my head dazed with stars in my eyes lips on mine like flesh full of lead He's probably the kind of guy to bump straight into me on the train takes a week to agree to staying the night not very selfish and not that vain It's probably the kind of night When its going great in my head but we say our goodbyes and go straight home to bed.
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Mar 28, 2015
Mar 28, 2015 at 10:19 PM UTC
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