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and i may not be the first one who've held your hand on a late night walk nor my name wasn't the first one you've carved on a tree, but i just want to be the one you can't stop thinking about when drinking your strong coffee on a quiet Saturday morning 'cause it feels like you're finally home
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Sep 26, 2017
Sep 26, 2017 at 9:47 PM UTC
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and i may not be the first one who've held your hand on a late night walk nor my name wasn't the first one you've carved on a tree, but i just want to be the one you can't stop thinking about when drinking your strong coffee on a quiet Saturday morning 'cause it feels like you're finally home
precious-joy
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Sep 26, 2017
Sep 26, 2017 at 9:47 PM UTC
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