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and shes not worried about getting black mascara on your white shirt anymore, cuz now you're gone.
but with every breath she takes, a tears role downs her face.
and now shes getting black mascara on her white shirt.
and remember that time?
the time we drove down to the beach in the middle of winter.
music on blast.
windows down.
hair blowing in the wind.
oh that was the happiest day of my life.
but with every breath she takes, a tears role downs her face.
and now shes getting black mascara on her white shirt.
and remember that time?
the time we drove down to the beach in the middle of winter.
music on blast.
windows down.
hair blowing in the wind.
oh that was the happiest day of my life.