I walk real slow
when I'm all alone
I rock to the
Branches block the
moon in the evening
you fall into my arms
The
We're headed home
from the west coast
and the sun is at
The morning mist is slowly
wraps it's arm around the bay
The
I don't know why,
Why I even try
The hours turn to
I'm searching for
the words to say
I'm sorry that sometimes
they slip
September in the wind
is blowing sideways
Summer's surely buttoning her coat
Tha
The evening's hot it's summertime
Our footprints fill the path
We're in
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