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charles* charles*
I'm terrified of losing it all
And what I hope to find isn't exactly a piece of art on the wall
Or a mirrors face, reflecting off of mine
I'm not who I think I'm inside
She's crying my name again
Like a bird in the morning
When the blinds are open wide
And the sun shine shines in
A pleasant day
A lovers kiss
Ima go cos there's someone I've missed
