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I’m aware of so many things But it’s my choice to be sure or hesitant I know I could pierce my ear for Sunday nights only I wonder if it would make me seem more militant we can talk at a party what you don’t know what I don’t say it all depends I decided how I look is only good for a few minutes Then our minds take over racing past our eyes The soft sidewalk exists if you let it carry you Take off your shoes, smile a lot, don’t tell lies we can talk in a bar what I don’t know what you don’t say it all pretends I do have so many doubts But it’s my choice to let them get to me Sometimes a headache is a relief from life It forces me to stop thinking about the things I see we can talk in a park what I already know what you already said it almost ends I decided how you look is good for a long time I’m sorry if you need more but its where we start You look interesting enough, especially your style I wonder what you’ll be like after I break your heart we can talk on a phone what I already said what you already know it almost begins
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Oct 15, 2015
Oct 15, 2015 at 9:09 PM UTC
it almost begins
I’m aware of so many things But it’s my choice to be sure or hesitant I know I could pierce my ear for Sunday nights only I wonder if it would make me seem more militant we can talk at a party what you don’t know what I don’t say it all depends I decided how I look is only good for a few minutes Then our minds take over racing past our eyes The soft sidewalk exists if you let it carry you Take off your shoes, smile a lot, don’t tell lies we can talk in a bar what I don’t know what you don’t say it all pretends I do have so many doubts But it’s my choice to let them get to me Sometimes a headache is a relief from life It forces me to stop thinking about the things I see we can talk in a park what I already know what you already said it almost ends I decided how you look is good for a long time I’m sorry if you need more but its where we start You look interesting enough, especially your style I wonder what you’ll be like after I break your heart we can talk on a phone what I already said what you already know it almost begins
mark-lecuona
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Oct 15, 2015
Oct 15, 2015 at 9:09 PM UTC
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