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A word that chills me to the bone. I can't kiss you through the telephone. It's hard to hear, and painful to think She'd choose me over her cold drink. Leave her smoke Sell her car I start to choke But she's too far. Four letters mean a lot When it's more then just a thought. I'd love to be here at the end of the day. Don't use that word and I might... just... Stay.
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Jun 7, 2015
Jun 7, 2015 at 7:02 AM UTC
It's hard to hear.
A word that chills me to the bone. I can't kiss you through the telephone. It's hard to hear, and painful to think She'd choose me over her cold drink. Leave her smoke Sell her car I start to choke But she's too far. Four letters mean a lot When it's more then just a thought. I'd love to be here at the end of the day. Don't use that word and I might... just... Stay.
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Jun 7, 2015
Jun 7, 2015 at 7:02 AM UTC
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