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Lately it seems like I am constantly going through the same battle in my mind, And it all comes down to whether or not I need to let you go, or hold on and still believing that one day you will be mine.
Accross the pond You waved at me The night was young The dance floor was heating up   We sat by the pond Judging those dancing by the stage Those shaking their bodies away
Your kisses hold me hostage      like a barrel to my brain Your scent constricts my breathing      it's like haroine in my veins You came in with guns blazing      and demanded my heart
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