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You are this song stuck in my head You are this song stuck in my head Can’t get rid of this sound or what you said it’s either way you are boring or crazy That’s what I am exactly You are this song stuck in my head Running over all of my thoughts your words spin without an end to this point I can’t be dead my pounding heart can testify with your sound I can’t die
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May 3, 2020
May 3, 2020 at 12:11 PM UTC
you are this song stuck in my head
You are this song stuck in my head You are this song stuck in my head Can’t get rid of this sound or what you said it’s either way you are boring or crazy That’s what I am exactly You are this song stuck in my head Running over all of my thoughts your words spin without an end to this point I can’t be dead my pounding heart can testify with your sound I can’t die
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frida
35/F/Paris
May 3, 2020
May 3, 2020 at 12:11 PM UTC
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