Early in the morning,
right after sunrise,
when the streets are quiet and everyone's asleep,
I still wander around our memories.
I think of you, and I recall.
It all comes back rushing into my head and,
the weak muscle that sits in my hollow chest beats, still, for you.
For you'll always be my first, my only, and I'll always be yours.
right after sunrise,
when the streets are quiet and everyone's asleep,
I still wander around our memories.
I think of you, and I recall.
It all comes back rushing into my head and,
the weak muscle that sits in my hollow chest beats, still, for you.
For you'll always be my first, my only, and I'll always be yours.
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