Dean
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7 november 2015

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Dean
Dean

Can't Wait

I Can't Wait Til Xmas 
I can't Wait To Feel The Atmosphere 
And The Wonderful Cold 
That Pricks Like Splinter In My Arms. 
The Chilly Breeze 
And Blissful Breeze 
That Cold My Body 
And Makes Me Scream Your Name. 
My Lips Can't Wait To Reach For Your Cupid Lip 
And Your Arms Round Me Like A Blanket On A Cold Nite. 

I Feel So Blue 
When I Think Of All These 
Cuz It Takes My Memories Back To You

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