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,
Go ahead light a candle,
the lines are down and out,
put
Running up the water,
my feet touching the sea,
cliffs rising above
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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