I'm wanting
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your body
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your mind and soul for a moral-less state
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of that which I
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can't get out of my
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endless thoughts of
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the sharp edge of you
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cuts me voice
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when I say your name
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I'm thinking that
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I'm just a wandering soul
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waiting for someone to take hold
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and I'd choose not to love you
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I've been here too many times before
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reflection
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imagined
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you're one thing in the front of my mind
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staring me into my blue eyes
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the sharp edge of you
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cuts me voice
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when I say your name
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I'm thinking that
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I'm just a wandering soul
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waiting for someone to take hold
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and I would choose not to love you
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I've been here too many times before
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I'm just a wandering soul
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a wandering
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a wandering soul
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been here too many times before
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been here too many times before
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I'm thinking that
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I'm just a wandering soul
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waiting for someone to take hold
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and I would choose not to love you
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I'm thinking that
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I'm just a wandering soul
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waiting for someone to take hold
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and I'd choose not to love you
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I've been here too many times before
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Wandering Soul
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Alex Parks |