We might as well be anyone’s to take.
Like Christmas on a river
Without a boat or Christmas tree
These things inside me they repeat like broken records
Spinning pretty somethings behind my eyes
and when I can’t look at you
I can paint your picture perfectly in my mind
and when i get old
I’m going to miss you all the time
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Stick an fork in me, i can die happy.
