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| by isaac mingo | |||||||||||||||||
| you know it's a tragic condition when i lose my way with words and i'm diving into everything i always found absurd i see you everywhere around me though you're far away from here your face and your words are burned into my heart so i feel you're always near |
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| and i may never understand this grip you've got on me but i'm content just being here loving you . . . loving me |
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| you know i never saw it coming you hit me like a wave and now i'm drowning in the ocean of every word you say i've lost all common sense and ration defenseless in your eyes all because you're simply beautiful i'm simply paralyzed |
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| and i may never understand this grip you've got on me but i'm content just being here loving you . . . loving |
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| these feelings that i can't explain like falling into the sweetest dream and in this moment i could stay forever |
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| and i may never understand this grip you've got on me but i'm content just being here loving you . . . loving me |
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