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Think of me

When you here my voice do you think of my face do you wonder where I am in this big city place. I'm I wrapped around your heart like the ring that you once wore and are the memories of my love still knocking at your door. And  is there a special place hidden in your heart, hidden that distant place, hidden in the dark, and do you think of me some times am I ever on your mind listen to your heart does it ever remind.

◄ Cocaine

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