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The way you look at me always ropes me back in I try to stand on the other side Avoiding your deep eyes but regardless of how much I push you pull and i'm next to you on the couch, on the armchair I can see you watching me yeah, I saw it all night It's like there was no time lost I feel like I'm 19 I realize I miss you Your long lips, thumb following their lead I thought I would die Waiting to feel it all again But I haven't died and the chance never came and I wait for a hard push Against panels on the side of a house For my legs to curl as I'm lifted up and we are secretly in love again For a few drunken kisses
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Dec 17, 2013
Dec 17, 2013 at 12:34 AM UTC
Chaz the Tool
The way you look at me always ropes me back in I try to stand on the other side Avoiding your deep eyes but regardless of how much I push you pull and i'm next to you on the couch, on the armchair I can see you watching me yeah, I saw it all night It's like there was no time lost I feel like I'm 19 I realize I miss you Your long lips, thumb following their lead I thought I would die Waiting to feel it all again But I haven't died and the chance never came and I wait for a hard push Against panels on the side of a house For my legs to curl as I'm lifted up and we are secretly in love again For a few drunken kisses
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Dec 17, 2013
Dec 17, 2013 at 12:34 AM UTC
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