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I fumbled my hands And listened And I hung up And I cried for a while And a while And a while Thinking about you And feeling Sins pouring through My eyes And god that guilt And how I Love(d) you And that fact Almost kills me too Some nights
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Nov 7, 2012
Nov 7, 2012 at 11:09 PM UTC
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I fumbled my hands And listened And I hung up And I cried for a while And a while And a while Thinking about you And feeling Sins pouring through My eyes And god that guilt And how I Love(d) you And that fact Almost kills me too Some nights
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Nov 7, 2012
Nov 7, 2012 at 11:09 PM UTC
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