And i don't know what i want but i know where i want to be
And everywhere i go, i wish you were here with me
Stars hang on tiny strings, my dreams are made of memories
Once everything made sense, now i get so alone that i can't sleep
Will somebody please tell me if this is where i'm supposed to be
Bottles on the table and socks on the floor
Trying to
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we'll have to talk about it at home this weekend.
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