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Pay for patience, Pray for time. Less is more, but more is mine. So, I'll wait -- I'll hesitate To make the move you asked me to. Your hair is wrong; your curls are long. I'll think of hers when I'm with you. . Lydia lifted me up with her gaze, And I pushed her back 'til our lips had turned chapped. We danced the salsa 'til night became day. No, you'll never match a magic like that.
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Feb 8, 2019
Feb 8, 2019 at 1:34 AM UTC
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Pay for patience, Pray for time. Less is more, but more is mine. So, I'll wait -- I'll hesitate To make the move you asked me to. Your hair is wrong; your curls are long. I'll think of hers when I'm with you. . Lydia lifted me up with her gaze, And I pushed her back 'til our lips had turned chapped. We danced the salsa 'til night became day. No, you'll never match a magic like that.
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Feb 8, 2019
Feb 8, 2019 at 1:34 AM UTC
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