Dancehall and Bhangra nights remind me of you.
Everything reminds me of you.
But when I have a good time, I can't help but wonder if you would have felt the same too.
We were supposed to grow up together. How then did we grow apart?
Everything reminds me of you.
But when I have a good time, I can't help but wonder if you would have felt the same too.
We were supposed to grow up together. How then did we grow apart?
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