fling
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Lately it seems like I am constantly going through the same battle in my mind,
And it all comes down to whether or not I need to let you go, or hold on and still believing that one day you will be mine.
Accross the pond
You waved at me
The night was young
The dance floor was heating up
We sat by the pond
Judging those dancing by the stage
Those shaking their bodies away
Your kisses hold me hostage
like a barrel to my brain
Your scent constricts my breathing
it's like haroine in my veins
You came in with guns blazing
and demanded my heart