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Life After Love
I crave a long talk with you
The kind where we sit in your car at 1 a.m. and tell
eachother about our hopes and dreams
hoping for a better future and begging for a fresh start
I miss the nights where we kicked it in my basement
when you not only played my guitar but my heart
when you told me you were scared of what was coming next
and I told you I believed in you
I lon...
Sunday 17th February 2019 1:00 am
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