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Drafts Folder

EnglishHouse & dancePopLate nightFeel good

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Draft one hey too cold Draft two a paragraph way too bold Draft seven cited your mother's lasagna Draft nine just said I don't wanna Seventeen drafts And I finally sent nothing Seventeen drafts And the silence said something Hit delete on the lot And the quiet felt grown Strongest text I ever sent Was leaving you alone Draft twelve was a TED talk on us Draft fourteen frankly a national fuss Draft sixteen two pages I cried I confess Read it back in the morning like absolutely not princess Seventeen drafts And I finally sent nothing Seventeen drafts And the silence said something Hit delete on the lot And the quiet felt grown Strongest text I ever sent Was leaving you alone And it stung I won't pretend The scar's still there I just don't send Strongest text I ever sent Was leaving you alone

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Song by Sơn Sunny. First published here on .

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“Drafts Folder” — song by Sơn Sunny · https://son-sunny.com/s/album-01-the-3am-replay-08

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