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Round and Round They Go About Leaving
Oh believe me,
I would let you come back.
I would let you inside my house.
Pull your clothes off,
Pull you back into me.
And when it's over,
All that'd be left to tell you is,
That I don't need you anymore.
That now you're still leaving,
Only this time because I made you.
Saturday 2nd April 2016 5:20 pm
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