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Lake Wilburn
Lake Wilburn
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Fima Chupakhin
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Tom Boyer
Tom Boyer
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I'm not the same these days I try to replicate how I felt Before I was acquainted with the pain Of being left on the shelf I remember walking to your place In the dead of July Sweat on my face With the moon up in the sky I climb your steps and There you were, sitting on the couch Watching TV with the joint in your mouth I never knew what love was all about This feels like a dream, someone pinch me now Take a hit, then sit down And all at once I'm wrapped in your arms I like being wrapped in your arms But it ain't the same these days You've been getting home so late And I can tell There's something that you're choosing not to say And I can't seem to crack your shell Remember how you used to love games We'd be up talking all night Now it's just me up on the stage Without your spotlight I close my eyes and There we were, sitting on the couch Watching TV with the joints in our mouths Cool summer breeze coming in through the window Let's Switch it up, Mario Kart, Nintendo Play a few games, then a few more Then all at once you're wrapped in my arms I like when you're wrapped in my arms I would like to see you again I would like to see you again I would like to see you again I would like to see you again (I like when you're wrapped in my arms) I would like to see you again (I like when I'm wrapped in your arms) I would like to see you again (I like when you're wrapped in my arms) I like when I'm wrapped in your arms Oooooooo Oooooooo Oooooooo Oooooooo
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