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run your finger across my teeth, you wicked child call me in the morning, call me in the evening probably making the same mistakes again and again and again mistakes are making us again and again and again we're the cards nobody wants take us out of the stack so we can have that playdate -c.j.
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May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 9:27 AM UTC
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run your finger across my teeth, you wicked child call me in the morning, call me in the evening probably making the same mistakes again and again and again mistakes are making us again and again and again we're the cards nobody wants take us out of the stack so we can have that playdate -c.j.
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May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 9:27 AM UTC
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