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Unsent Love Letter
This was my last reach my last time telling you that i dont, and telling you i cannot
I walked the walk and talked the talk and found out the other side aint that green
You decided that love aint gone dance on the floor Its not going to sing no more not going to go the mile for me
Do you think i hate the moments I remember.... every step on the payvment
Why you think the sun doesnt sh...
Tuesday 24th November 2020 5:39 pm
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