Sitting in the car you felt a million miles
away from me.
In reality, you were so close I could
smell your cologne.
How does that work?
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im not sure what to call this feeling
Sitting in the car you felt a million miles
away from me.
In reality, you were so close I could
smell your cologne.
How does that work?
