All of my time just wasted thoughts.
Trying to make sense
Hey, you are the one,
the most beautiful girl in the
I watch you, step into
the bus that waits by
The more I try,
the more you give,
the more I pull,
Running up the water,
my feet touching the sea,
cliffs rising above
Monday, and it's raining.
I'm leaving your perfect town.
You've got enough
Looking back anyone would change the past
and do what they
If we only knew.
What good would it do?
Now it won't
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