Twitching Tongues - Distance Clause
“Now I’m home alone, staring at the phone, thinking I might implode. No clever rise for this life, baby this is where it ends.”
“Its torture. Make up your mind.”
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“Now I’m home alone, staring at the phone, thinking I might implode. No clever rise for
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