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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. 

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◄ Abolish anger (it's a wasted emotion)

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