lose myself in you

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i want you never say no
and to lose myself in you
and to lose yourself in me
in an extreme apogee...
i love you, and that's okay
losing me in your mind
wandering, as i always do
sliding in your paradise...
loving you with dirty mind
wanting you be not a dream
feel identic feeling deep...
a thought fixed on repeat

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