I'm still waiting on the letters that you sent
And I
If I had followed you out,
If I had tried, but
Your memories are faint and fail you now
So just rest
Pretend that time and distance
Doesn't mean a thing,
That the sun
Motor running
Its like the first thing that I ask
don’t
This town is empty in the fullest ways
It's been a
She likes the sound of her own voice way too
So we're alone at last,
the very touch of your hand
here
I'm on your side
Always see through your eyes
But
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