the hope that you'll come back is probably wrong
when we talk you always understand
just need someone to squeeze my hand
just need you to hold me tight
no kiss, no sex,
just make it all right
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| the note in my head already done the hope that you'll come back is probably wrong when we talk you always understand just need someone to squeeze my hand just need you to hold me tight no kiss, no sex, just make it all right |
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