sometimes i wonder,
if we hadnt knew each other in the first place,
would fate ever give in?
cause time has a habit of slipping away.
and i could only keep everything right down under,
right away, away from your face...
cant explain all the things that you're making me feel, my heart's been over-driven and you're behind the steering wheel
Burnt marks and sweet nothings
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