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[beyondoasis]

my all time valentine
the words that follow will always rhyme
we think too much, call this our crutch
we're afraid to fall before the social scene
you're the person that's made of dreams

can the sky grow any brighter
i'm tired, i'm sleeping, nothing quite as fleeting
when i'm lying in my bed not wanting to lie to your head
the truth hurts more, and brings tears to the floor
i'm going to be crying every day that you're gone
because for you i write this song

little boy, little boy
don't you know what you know
little boy, little boy
don't you know who she is
little boy, little boy
don't you ruin this now
little boy, little boy
don't worry and take her hand in yours