come on.
i'll look for my old suitcase and we can hit the road just like that.
i'll try and swerve the car right into this sun. we'd go blind but i think the rain will give us a little more sight.
at night, we'd lie on beaches and talk about the stars and how we'd give them the names of our sons and daughters.
we'll find out if this was meant for built.
i'm a dirty mess.
and yeah, i'm tired of myself.
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