You talk to much when i have something that i want to say
When all the time i look at you i wonder if I hate it and
Well i just to never see your face at twenty five
And if i do well i just think that i would run and hide
And i just hope to not recall your name at thirty five
And if i do then i guess i just wanted too much time
The night will hold us close
And the stars will guide us home
I've been waiting for this moment
We're finally alone
I turn to ask the question
So anxious, my thoughts
Your lips were soft like winter
In your passion, I was lost
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