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The Window's Down
C’Mon, Baby, Doubt Me,
I Cannot Live Without Me.
If That’s What Makes You Happy,
One Cannot Live Without Me.
And We’re Taking Turns Off The Road,
And Falling Back Into The Ghosts.
Drifting Back Off Of The Road.
Doubt Me And All I Know.
Maybe I’m Losing It,
But Maybe I’m Coming Around.
A Little Voice Is Singing It,
Don’t Hold Your Breath For Too Long.
Sunday 26th May 2019 3:17 am

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