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Its 5 in the morning And its probably 7 in the evening Where you are where i'm not I miss your arms i miss them around me I miss our playfights or how we'd talk for hours after hours I miss your scent in my clothes I miss your lame jokes those knock knock ones But most of all i miss you
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Jan 9, 2014
Jan 9, 2014 at 3:15 AM UTC
Miss missing you
Its 5 in the morning And its probably 7 in the evening Where you are where i'm not I miss your arms i miss them around me I miss our playfights or how we'd talk for hours after hours I miss your scent in my clothes I miss your lame jokes those knock knock ones But most of all i miss you
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Netherlander
Jan 9, 2014
Jan 9, 2014 at 3:15 AM UTC
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