Now my room is habitable, and I don't need to rush anywhere just yet, and even the sun still shows distantly. The finer things!
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And I'd hope you might
take me back inside
when the time is right.
I must have heard this song shouted in your car half a hundred times. Summer nights where I sang along. Now I play the old songs for the new words and damn, don't they sing!
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