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Hit Me Up On My Celly-Cell
Our heads are a couple of cases and i am everything and miserable without you. three thousand miles can hold so much. these miles of land. the land is separation. how much desperation in between? like a phone call with no reception, our heads are a couple of cases and we're so miserable without each other. can't wait till we can see the same sunset at the same time can't wait till a phone call doesn't mean three thousand miles. i think our heads are a couple of cases. hit me up, boy, on my celly-cell. i think our heads are a couple of cases. we are the doctors with all the prescriptions. can't wait till our appointment comes. it's the only medication From Letras Mania