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I Need You

The party's just begun
I promise this drink is my last one
I know I fucked up again
'cause I lost my only friend
God forgive my sins

Don't leave me
I'd hate myself until I die

My heart would break without you
might not awake without you
been hurting low from living high for so long

I'm sorry and I love you
stay with me Bell Bottom Blue
I keep on searching for an answer
because I need you more than

Dope.

This is everything I've been trying to tell you; I didn't change. I was looking for myself and I finally found me, right where I started. This is home, this is where my heart will never leave. This is home, with you.

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