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cinnamon, by ian moore (one of my fav songs)
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So the sun has a way of going
straight to my head
I get hazy and lazy,
can’t get from my bed
So I lay there and stare
at your seraphim hair
For a while
And it’s crawlin’, it’s creepin’,
it’s coverin’ my skin
I can’t breath, I can’t sleep,
can’t find anything
Except your lips and your tongue
and we’re movin’ as one
Here as one
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Posted on : Aug 9, 2012
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