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tl b Jan 2017
Your eyes, they sparkle for me on the weekend,
but when the work week hits, it hits hard
and you disappear and put up your guard.

I've told you once, twice, one hundred times
and I can't seem to penetrate your mind
enough to matter 9-5, someone else,
come and keep me alive.
chris Jan 2017
now look what you've done

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