She drew with a permanent marker, a smile on my face.
Of course i speak in imagination;
figuratively.
And i'll stick around and discover
what's hidden under the dust that keeps you from trust.
It's all beautiful.
Gray; you turn it into a cd reflection against my ceiling.
That's something you know how to do.
Every song reminds me of you,
no matter what the melody.
I fit it into you.
That's something you know how to do.
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