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Baby, it's me who taught you how to love Out by the docks. On the Puget, where we found Sound For all our secret thoughts. Deep into the night, slurring silence, sipping wine We let our feelings talk. A disheveled bed Was heaven then The door was hell, comin' round the bend. Baby, It was me who taught you how to love, And it was you who taught me how to stop.
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Jul 10, 2021
Jul 10, 2021 at 6:46 PM UTC
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Baby, it's me who taught you how to love Out by the docks. On the Puget, where we found Sound For all our secret thoughts. Deep into the night, slurring silence, sipping wine We let our feelings talk. A disheveled bed Was heaven then The door was hell, comin' round the bend. Baby, It was me who taught you how to love, And it was you who taught me how to stop.
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28/M/NYC
Jul 10, 2021
Jul 10, 2021 at 6:46 PM UTC
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