Perfectly
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Turn down the headlights and look my way.
We'll tell our parents the best of things
no matter, how awful they seem.
The sickness of a family.
Trace your eyes wake and retrieve,
the morning sun can look so mean,
The color.
Kiss your head don't say a thing,
we'll live forever in books darling.
It's the secrets beneath the leave i keep with me.
I'm falling up and down
and I'll never write the letter,
I wish you could read, the words perfectly.
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