Roll the clocks and be with me.
Our hearts won't race
Autumn. We're floating on water like its autumn.
When your hands
I'm at your window pouring my heart out.
Counting the clock
As I fall, and you turn away.
You walk down corridors
She lays the table for two, a banquet where no
Girl you’ve got me walking on a tightrope
And I don’t
So yesterday
I walked up to your front door again.
Feels like,Watching, A Movie.The film rolls, yes, between each sceneLike
Release me. Set me on fire. I'll treat you better
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