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hold truth

no use

seen to your booth

rivals do look to

you only in who knew

charge in lightning flies

both ignites in right

about love

tight grip to sight

high pics on right

sips to his day

miss hips on the left

dips into crowns on the found

can't real touch the sound

to caught in town

on what he can never count

to many notes in pounds

was it dragging you down?

what's not around

always in pressure

treasured ever my rocks weather

storms to fair her stare

pulling away from there

love to care for a prayer

for fine hair

pulled out of the air

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