So as the winds blow south I keep you close like jean pockets, now that the summer heats over I miss u but can't stop it. Tryna keep whats not hot, heavy. still loving somethin rarely, so soft kisses make a man do some crazy things, I said some crazy things, phone from home to get u back, roam alone but still in tact, a colder love like train tracks, I'm so sad. I'll always want to go back, face scenes like photos of cherry Sunday's gotta love your church attitude, I only tried to love u, wasn't tryna be rude, I guess thats all comes along with being good 2 you.
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