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Sunday, June 28, 2009

Reckless

Feel'in kind of reckless
Sort of dead in the head
Come and fill the empty imprint in my bed.
Chase me round in circles
Don't give up too fast
I always wondered if we could last.

Listen close
Listen hard

Pretend we're what we were
All over
Pretty words
Soft embrace.
Pretend you don't want me to leave.
Cause I'm feel'in kind of reckless.
And I might.

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