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"I love you." Oh, do you? Is that really true? Because I'm not sure that you do Don't say you care When you're never there When I need your help I really need your help
It’s late, and I’m coming down with a cold, Or something of the sort. I should be sleeping, But I’m not ready And yet, I don’t want to be awake either. Can I just stop existing for a little while?
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I drift from this life to the next Floating from one wave to the next
Windows down, smoke rolling in The rumble of 800 horses ringing my ears Sideways is where I choose to steer It would make me feel complete With so much torque at my feet Drifting, is the dream that I seek
I don't own a lot of things all i have are these set of strings i played my way through the southern streams