2 years ago
WyattHaste
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The thought of love.
Never had a shoulder to cry on Rely on, or grow cold when I'm gone It's only been myself lost in the thought of love I left the lights on when I left this morning The rain was pouring down On this boring town I had to find something I need a lil something to carry on Even if it's not for very long
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