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He owes me a call He owes me a gift He owes me a heart that never shifts He owes me a day He shouldn't have made me sway Its too late to reach back home I think I have lost my way He owes me the tears I have shed He owes me the sleepless turns in my bed He owes me feelings of jealousy Though just a small touch makes me feel so giddy Though I have forgotten all his promises There is one that will remain in me He owes me a love story A story that bonds him and Me.
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Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 12:41 PM UTC
He Owes
He owes me a call He owes me a gift He owes me a heart that never shifts He owes me a day He shouldn't have made me sway Its too late to reach back home I think I have lost my way He owes me the tears I have shed He owes me the sleepless turns in my bed He owes me feelings of jealousy Though just a small touch makes me feel so giddy Though I have forgotten all his promises There is one that will remain in me He owes me a love story A story that bonds him and Me.
aishwarya-mohan
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Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 12:41 PM UTC
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