My last hope would be for to you to come along and squeeze me in your arms.
Give me the look. Yeah, that look.
I still got it babe. And I still miss it.
It’s been two hours almost.
It’s been days since you had the look.
It’s been weeks since I’ve been sleeping in your bed.
I need an antidote. If not, then a poison to kill it all.
A word.
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Αρέσκει μου ο τρόπος που γράφεις ρε Δρακουλίνα.
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