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Jun 8
R.I.P my tomorrow
How was i to know
That your touch caught me
As weeping willow
Under the pilows

Now the petals,
I'm picking
Between the pedals i'm hitting
Or the brake 'cause you've gone go far

You blurred me with your visions
As if this never happened
And it always ends the same
With my ruined weekends

But with you i think it's fine
I've been through this all the time
People come and go
You're very welcome
There you go
Written by
Albamaine
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