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You, the fire I, the wood Burning bright, like they said we should But I, the wood Burn to ash, You, with your clothes thrown on my floor, ******* my best friend right next door You, the fire Eating me alive, I soon will go, Not with fight I hold you in my arms, Perhaps too tight, For the gasoline, she pours Compares not to my boring brown I was once a tree Stood myself, so free You cut me down and called me yours Now I'm here, Pleading Baby, Please Love Me
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Jan 1, 2018
Jan 1, 2018 at 12:44 AM UTC
Baby, Please Love Me
You, the fire I, the wood Burning bright, like they said we should But I, the wood Burn to ash, You, with your clothes thrown on my floor, ******* my best friend right next door You, the fire Eating me alive, I soon will go, Not with fight I hold you in my arms, Perhaps too tight, For the gasoline, she pours Compares not to my boring brown I was once a tree Stood myself, so free You cut me down and called me yours Now I'm here, Pleading Baby, Please Love Me
he's a ******* idiot or maybe its just me
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Jan 1, 2018
Jan 1, 2018 at 12:44 AM UTC
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