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| What I want |
| by Kylee Mitchell-Gibson |
what i want is not a million bucks
it would be nice but for now it sucks
i dont want an expiencive car
i dont want to be a movie star
all i want is to see her again nothing more
not seeing her makes my heart sore
id run my fingers through her hair
id want to be with her and breath her air
so im writing this down for you to read someday
waiting to hear what you would say
hoping you like it the way i did
hoping you'd find me before i hid
completly in the darkness
to hide completly from the fakeness
so come and find me before its to late
and when you do ill call it fate |
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