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That look in your eye preoccupies my mind Do you even know how raw you are? Staring at me behind that lightening How has it come this far? Your hips are glowing My heart is moaning Nothing about this is real.
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Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 4:35 AM UTC
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That look in your eye preoccupies my mind Do you even know how raw you are? Staring at me behind that lightening How has it come this far? Your hips are glowing My heart is moaning Nothing about this is real.
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Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 4:35 AM UTC
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