Sleep.

May 27, 2009 03:36

I miss the way you sing low, so I can't hear your voice over the radio in my car
But you know every word they say, you knew just right right things to say when
When distance ripped us farther and farther and farther away
I'll see you soon, if you're coming back this way again
I'll see you soon, just say that you want to see me too

Ahh, Copeland.
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