Three years is a long, long time to fly standby,
What's a boy to do?
These feet are stuck in
Baby, I'd carve your name on every tree from here
I've grown quite accustomed to the mess
To all the sleepless
I know what you're thinking,
It's not easy being you,
It's not
Thinking of something blue
Much like the rain that washed away
So lets drive tonight, we'll race the autumn skyline. And
She likes the boy who lives downstairs
She loves the way
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