Sunday, May 27

I dream of you, and all the things you said. I wonder where you are now. Hold me down, all the world's asleep. I need you now, you known me off my feet. Yeah, I dream of you, and we talk of growing old. But you said "please don't". Slide in baby, together we'll fly. I tried praying but I don't know what you're saying to me.

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