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Jun 04, 2006 19:03

I squeeze the last bit of you
Out of a bottle of your old shampoo
It smells just like you
Now I do too
Rinse out my hair and wipe my eyes
As your soap rolls in between my toes
Dry myself off in the moonlight
And I can touch you
Every time I breathe in through my nose
I wish that I had faith in you...
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