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Sunday, 9 February 2014

My imagination

It's all about you-About how you feel
What about me, my love
Did you never stop to think
That this might be real

Real is when my tears fall
Because you're so busy doubting us
Real is when you don't hear the words
I love you

That's real baby
That's true life, true love, true pain
It can't get anymore real than that

So my heart breaking is real
My soul falling apart without you
Is real also

What price do you want me to pay
For us to be real

Valerie Masters

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