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They call me a wreck- I just supposed my ship was lost... Trying to find peace And a boy with hair like smoke (billowing and whispy) Who always got the best of me; and I drop like an anchor Whenever his light is on.
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Jan 31, 2012
Jan 31, 2012 at 4:29 AM UTC
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They call me a wreck- I just supposed my ship was lost... Trying to find peace And a boy with hair like smoke (billowing and whispy) Who always got the best of me; and I drop like an anchor Whenever his light is on.
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Jan 31, 2012
Jan 31, 2012 at 4:29 AM UTC
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