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Were going 60 don't the highway. It's cold and I can see my breath everytime I breath out. Panic! is blaring out of the speakers, were all singing at the top of our lungs. And there he is, sitting there holding my hand, keeping me safe, and warm.
These are the nights I live for. We're taking corners fast, we can't be late. I tell him I can hear his heart beating. She smiles and says "I'm sorry, I forgot to turn it off." I smile and tell him I like it. He tells me "Good because it's yours."
These are the nights I live for. We're taking corners fast, we can't be late. I tell him I can hear his heart beating. She smiles and says "I'm sorry, I forgot to turn it off." I smile and tell him I like it. He tells me "Good because it's yours."