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I’m a high school lover, and you’re my favorite flavor.
Love is all, all my soul. You’re my Playground Love. Yet my hands are shaking. I feel my body [remain tense?], no matter, I’m on fire. On the playground, love. You’re the piece of gold the flushes all my soul. Extra time, on the ground. You’re my Playground Love. Anytime, anyway, You’re my Playground Love. |
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