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Hard to believe how people move. Falling out of love with you. Tearing down all the walls and love the chaos I thought again of driving by. The place we met, you and I. Where it started, how we li
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You are my everything. My head and my heart, my mind, my wing. I couldn't give all again. I'm never sure of anything with you The jokes, the laughs, the teardrops too. The games, the fun, the trav
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No one I'll rather be with than you. Never say the word but our eyes always do. My head explodes and my mind's a mess. And I'm dying to move like young boys do No one I'll rather be with than you.
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You are my everything. My head and my heart, my mind, my wing. I couldn't give all again. I'm never sure of anything with you The jokes, the laughs, the teardrops too. The games, the fun, the trav
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Last summer was mad, remember the rain. I know people complained I had something else in mind. Not the sound of rain against my window pane. All I could hear was you hammering in my head Fall like
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No one I'll rather be with than you. Never say the word, but our eyes always do. My head explodes and my mind's a mess. And I'm dying to move like young boys do. . No one I'll rather be with than
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No, I don't remember what brought us to this. What places we blindly passed, what turns we missed. When things really mattered and we really cared. When simply being was easy, just having you there
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On the black Sunday afternoon sun is pale like the moon. When you look to the sky, holy, holy why. All fades into blue on the black Sunday afternoon No good time to walk alone on a bike riding home.
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Off the road, somewhere I don't know. Soon with you, it's gonna blow. In your car for hours and days. Weeks and months, windows rolled down Pass small cities and big ones too. I brought one promis
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Leaving on a Mayday. Fine summer pain. In his heart, on his tongue. The taste is sweet again Leaving on a Mayday. Fine summer pain. But his head's a feather. His mind can take all. His feet are
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Fine white sheet and candles, too. Beds in a straight row, one's for you. No one talks straight at you. Just outside in the hallway Flowers in the window, red and blue. Rose, people here still thi
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Maybe we are the damaged ones. Endless need like a burning sun. Burns like you, my damaged one On my knees in a faceless crowd. We go blind when the stakes are high. I'm on my knees, can you see m
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