Birmingham you had me at 65
I was there she was here
Take the night Birmingham
Take the night
Take it baby
Take home baby
Just take it all
I turned into you
Not me, but was somewhere baby
In you
Birmingham
Somewhere baby
That’s me
That’s you
We somewhere baby
Birmingham
I take it I won’t make it one more day
You leave me I leave you
I lost you somewhere
Birmingham
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Author:
The man who talks (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 19th, 2021 03:09
- Category: Love
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Comments2
Nice writing ) not nice to lose someone , and to feel confused
Yes, it’s miserable. It’s damn cold really.
Yeah , miserable . I guess a lot of things can make us feel that way . It’s so confusing to feel “ lost “ need to find our centre , somehow .. I guess
The elimination of a routine that involves lust and hope. Hell of a thing.
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