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4AM
Lets talk and talk some more on your living room floor,
delibarating til' the clock hits four
Sweet tobacco scent,
your soul is up for rent
Our birthdays they fall in the same week,
I can feel the signs in the way you speak
I told you I'm crazy,
you told me you liked it
I knew you weren't lying.
Saturday 24th November 2018 4:34 pm
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