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I'll say,
"Would you like to go inside,
and forget the world and the rules by which we are to abide".
And he will say,
"There's nothing I want more".
As we step into the room, turn off the lights and close the door.
The August sky will then bare witness
to a brand new chapter with torn up pages,
and when the planets align, I can feel the gates opening to my courage
as I proceed to run my fingers through his hair,
and forget everyone who's jaded,
'cause they don't matter and I don't care.
Brash and hopeful that my luck will not perish tonight.
And when the overcast tries to kill me,
It's your slow motion rain that falls warm on my neck that keep me alive.
Consider this song a testament of my devotion to your saccharine scent.
And to be completely honest,
You're not like all the rest.