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| This one goes out to Gozza. Love you hun. | |
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| faster your heart will beat. in rhythm as we breathe. like the songs we've heard before. as my thoughts race to your bed. like the tempo, we always sped. and we cant leave when we say lets go. | |
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| God he rocks. Rocks. Rocks. Rocks. Rawks. Rock rock rock... | |
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| on warm nights when the cold wind blows. the tranquil feeling of my clothes laying on yours. listen to the song she composed.... | |
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| What am I saying? Oh well hes good. And I like saying rocks. Rocks. Rawks. Rockaliscious. Rockadific. Rock rock rock rock.... | |
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