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I walk along the city streets you used to walk along with me,
and every step I take reminds me of just how we used to be.
Well, how can I forget you, girl?
When there is always something there to remind me.
always something there to remind me.
As shadows fall, I pass a small cafe where we would dance at night.
And I can't help recalling how it how it felt to kiss and hold you tight
Well, how can I forget you, girl?
When there is always something there to remind me.
always something there to remind me.
I was born to love her, and I'll never be free.
You'll always be a part of me.
If you should find you miss the sweet and tender love we used to share.
Just go back to the places where we used to go, and I'll be there
Well, how can I forget you, girl?
When there is always something there to remind me.
always something there to remind me.
I was born to love her, and I'll never be free
You'll always be a part of me.
'cause there is always something there to remind me.
always something there to remind me.
always something there to remind me.
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Micky, My
02:50
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i hear you in the
rustling of leaves
crushed beneath a paper
of little pinks
i wear your words
like a pin on my sleeve
it turns, pinches
and bleeds me
with me
it's with me
wherever i go
wish i didn't have
to reveal myself this way
i force myself to run
from the words you say
part of me wishes
that you would already leave
but really, truly
what good would it bring?
with me
it's with me
wherever i go
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Laundry Day
02:53
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Today was laundry day
Wash yourself away
And then you will say
You can't see me
I know, it's okay
I'm no one anyway
I washed you away
In a cold cycle
And it rained
Over the city
Wash your memory
From the places I've been
And it rained
Over the city
Wash your memory
Completely clean
Deliver us from the pain
Deliver us from the same old, same old
Never told me what you feel
And it rained
Over the city
Wash your memory
Completely clean
And it rained
Over the city
Wash your memory
Of me
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Naïve Song (Demo 1)
03:01
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You'll see my sad words
and choose to say nothing
But it's fine cause I was wrong
I was young
I was blind
It's true that I'm naive
But I got no smile to seem it
So you take your little steps
And tiptoe away for good
It's your song I cry to
It's true that I'm naive
And I've to try to accept it
So you take your little steps
And tiptoe away for good
Never wanna see you again
Cause it's your song I cry to
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Majesty
02:26
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I shot a bullet into the sky
And you caught it in your hand
I try and try to lie
But I still don't understand
The memory of you
Is caught up in a whirlpool
And you forgot to mention
When you fell in
I love you like I like the world
I like you like I love myself
I wish I didn't miss you
But I do, But I do
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Naïve Song (Demo 2)
02:19
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You'll see my sad words
and choose to say nothing
But it's fine cause I was wrong
I was young
I was blind
It's true that I'm naive
But I got no smile to seem it
So you take your little steps
And tiptoe away for good
It's your song I cry to
It's true that I'm naive
And I've to try to lay down and accept it
So you take your little steps
And tiptoe away for fucking good
Never wanna see you again
Cause it's your song I cry to
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Crushed
02:58
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A crueler love could have had me
For a while
I wonder if you still adore me, or you hate me
If you never smile
But I've seen enough to know
That I'm better, it's real
A word that once knew me, a crushed memory
In my heart
I should've avoided who would run away from me
From the start
No I didn't ever mean to
Lead you on
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Friendfiction New York, New York
sideproject music thing of DANI LAUNDRY
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