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 From the Heart Through the Pen

She's wide awake
I'm fast asleep
How in the world
Are we supposed to meet...
Lost a diamond while collecting stones
Bad habit I seem to own
Call this number; reward if found
Turning no body into some bodies
Once nights get cold
And she's no where to be hold
Cause she was driven into his arms
One night equals 18 years
Behold, now she's bound
When she left
I put the headphones in
Turned the music up
Cause I needed something in my possession
That has a beat; has rhythm
But most importantly, soul
Someone That I Used to Know
Spawned from Lovers and Friends
Instead of knuckling up
I was too busy f@#*ing up
I fell in but never out
It was all she asked I give
Love never fails
But sometimes, dude...these quotes does
Truth I never spoke of
Over here stuck on ghost love
Dreaming while she lives
¥☼MOI☼¥  11 Jun 12

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