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I can see myself making Christmas lanters
Putting wreath up on the door
Distructed by phone call
I wouldn't imagine it was a wrong call

Heart beats fast for sure
Not that tantalizing of pure
Oh I could live like a fool
Lingering question as you stroll

Say hi as I fall
From that first message as I can recall
To the first stanza of that cord
Wondestruck of obscure

Waiting fo a miracle
Admist the chaos and storm
Thunderstorm in all form
Lighting strike like pure torture

To that beginning of endless night
Mouthwatering of eyes and sight
Oh I hold on to that first bite
Can't imagine losing you should be a might

In a spark of light as it strike
Going for fabulous bright
In the wink of freight
Blabbering alright

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