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LOVE FOREIGN
We used to play the game of roses but now it's game of thrones,
They say we trust the process but all I see is crosses,
I speak you call it nonsense,babe how did we make these choices, crushing opposite forces, miss you even wen closest, all our good turned to vices, pull-us close and yes we fighting push away and there we crying,..what we knew as love is weighing: {Gal, your my fall but still my rising;}
Baibe you miss those late night calls, i listen for dial tones, your saying it's my fault, but I blame it on your flaws, or maybe it's off course, our jokes have turned to noise, once love, now so foreign.
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