It's always a while
For me to get down
To where you live inside
And speak your words
And when I see you
We seem to start cold
But as we drink to it
I come back alive
With the games we play
And the candy we throw
I've watch us grow up so long
And I fall back asleep
And in that lying down
As I fall to homecoming
I realize it'll be another week-filled while
Until we all exchange sight
1/03/2009
Dear Mrs. Sauga
Written by Unknown at 1:11 AM
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1 two cents' worth:
fall to homecoming is a million picture line. good one.
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