Lock me up with these memories
And I'll go insane, insane
In a cart away off to centuries
Without any pain, no pain
Happiness will melt about
As it likes to in such places, places
Every exuberant shout
Hearts it traces, how it races
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True love has a lot of places here
After all that's our story isn't it dear?
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Window wall, or so I see
In the white against the reds
Has the littlest pieces of me
Pouring from my curling dreads
Going on to in the panels, forever be
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Remember when we could only reach the floor?
Well we are not that little any more.
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Where is your story in the wall...
Don't you wonder?
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