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I like the stories that the mouth can't tell fast enough. The ears that aren't big enough. They eyes that can't take in all the change. I like the hugging, the bringing together, the end of missing someone. |
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He smiles then looks away |
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You don't always win your battles, |
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The first night you kissed me, |
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I loved him |
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And I guess I'm not nearly as strong |
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Dear girl, |
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She's all alone again |
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Stewie: Knock knock |
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No matter how hard I try to, |