The door slams like a shotgun,
We jump up to our feet.
It's just the wind that's blowing through
The secrets that we keep.
Lord knows I want to want you.
God knows I need to need you.
By the time this love is over,
I'll be sleeping on the street.
.
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The smile was feigned, a plastered expression that would begin to crack and crumble as soon as the
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