You run from me so fast Its almost like a game I would call you back But I never knew your name And you tell me all these stories Of prose and lies and truth You are the definition Of a misspent youth And why do I decide Not to walk your way Cause having me on a string Is just not okay And all the weather closes Back in on us two All I have to say Is forever I'll love you
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