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| Homeless - Maria Mena
What is in this wine? the more I drink the more I wander off into a stranger's eyes I like the way that they reflect my thoughts
what is in this air? it feels like feathery dust everywhere and as I breathe it in I breathe the masculine scent of his skin
and I feel homeless
your comfortable caress has triggered unfamiliar restlessness you and I are we I feel I've lost my individuality
you're watching me rebel believing stories only hearts can tell but when is it enough? when do I call my feelings on their bluff
and I feel homeless
and I remember us now but I forgot what we felt like somewhere along the way
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