Sunday morning rain is falling, steal some covers share some skin. Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable; you twist to fit the mold that I am in. But things just get so crazy living life gets hard to do, and I would gladly hit the road get up and go if I knew; that someday it would lead me back to you... That someday it would lead me back to you.
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