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[down_2_mars]

i love when im thinking about you
and i get your phone call.

your bitter goodbye is ringing through this quiet night
this idle hour just wont pass
ive never missed you this much
never thought i would
didnt think you'd feel so far away
and yoru summer perfume
is still blowing through this hallway
i miss our midnight rides
on highway 18.
18 is gone.