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I hope the day comes when I can tell you That I want to be the one that makes your hands stop shaking Or your lips stop cracking I want to tell you how good you look in your recessive genes.
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Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 4:04 AM UTC
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I hope the day comes when I can tell you That I want to be the one that makes your hands stop shaking Or your lips stop cracking I want to tell you how good you look in your recessive genes.
Sometimes I think I'm just as clever as you, Bryan.
dolores-l-day
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Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 4:04 AM UTC
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