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saint8 Nov 2018
Thinking that someones
Coming
All the time
Through the front door

That stress is above me
Suddenly i got no other chore
Just to keep my chest
From sour

You asked if you over shadow
And i find it funny
In that cloud of smoke
How you talk about the things i talked

To your question, Love?..
I don't know how to say
You're kinda like a fire
You can see a mile away

The shine is bright
So no shadow is involved
Its just there's no other shine
That's contrust to yours

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