time for me to move on
so many hours have gone
heart beats the pump of my blood
no strings for you to pull on
you've got your tongue in your cheek
so pardon if I don't speak
can't tune my chords into your songs, no
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المُتابَعون
قم بالتسجيل كي تنضم إلى أكبر مجتمع لرواية القصص
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