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Steals his promises
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You know a band named Big Wreck wrote a song about this. Here are the lyrics:
So I always get nostalgic with that song But in my room it's forced It has to be in some car across the street And I always catch the back of your head in a crowd Just don't turn around It's never you and you'll ruin those memories And those photos are great if I catch em with the side of my eye But if I stare It just turns into you and me We're just standin there And now it's over Would you hear me Scream at the top of my lungs And when you go there Would you hear me Scream at the top of my lungs So I always fool my friends and we head down there They think that we're en route We just drove past your old house and you weren't there And I'm抦 always great when I'm抦 hangin with your buds and they lie They think that I'm抦 just fine It's always been that way Just a "Pocketbook Brando" And when you hold him Would you hear me Scream at the top of my lungs You love my whisper But did you hear me Scream at the top of my lungs So you crank that song And it might sound doom So just leave the room While I sit'n stare Cause this is rare I really love that tune Man I love that song I really love that song I love that song So when you go there Would you hear me Scream at the top of my lungs And when you hate it Would you hear me Scream at the top of my lungs So you crank that song And it might sound doom So just leave the room While I sit'n stare Cause yeah that's rare I really love that tune Man I love that song I love that song I love that song
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“The night falls gracefully for those who have a love to call their own. But alas, for those to whom love has turned a blind eye – love, it falls like a guillotine” “No more waiting for fate to befall me, no. I have my dreamboat, and together we will find our destiny, choose our ladder to the sky” - Markus Pierson |
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