And theres people,
So many god damn people,
All queing up just to touch you now.
You could possibly be perfect,
So god damn perfect,
People queing up just to see you now.
Am I seeing stars,
Or am I seeing you?
And I'm wishing,
Craning my neck up out the window,
Straining my bones just to love you now.
It may just be granted,
This wish might just be granted,
As I'm lieing in your arms and you're holding me now.
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