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Marina Oct 2019
Baby loves I'm trying talk to you.
There's a boy, and I don't quite know what to do.
Good things come to those who wait.
But patience ain't my thing.
The way he holds me, shows me he's the one, for sure the one.
Think I'd rather wait for him forever.
Instead of having him just for now.
And I just wanna look up at the moon.
I wonder if he's looking at it too.
And I don't know what to do
(not mines)

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