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Time With You

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shraka-12

Published: Apr 9, 2012

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Every time I'm with you,

Even when there's nothing to do,

My heart races faster

And I don't want to leave you after.

When I'm not with you times get rough,

I want to be with you, it's never enough.

I make the best of the time i get,

Because I know It'n not over yet.

I love every single thing you do,

I love every part of you.

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