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I Think I’m In Love

The sound of the rain echo’s through the night, out the window I look as the lighting begins to strike.
I scramble through the phone just looking for another name, fatally realizing that somehow they’ve all become the same.
I look through my memory book trying to forget that face, but they’re all full of flaws but I can’t find one in your case.
I fantasize of other girls but your memory is too much, none of them are in comparison with your warmth and your touch
Sick of this feeling I

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