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I'll Drive

I’ll drive until I see the end,

The flowers falling off the edge,

The perilous drop to nothingness-

The place where we shall meet.

 

Perhaps this land will let us be,

And collide together happily,

Your heart will float adjacent to me-

The place where we shall meet.

 

Here we’ll lay under sky so full,

With blue stretched out above our skulls,

This place is home to us lost souls-

This place where we shall meet.

 

◄ He Was Wrong for me

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