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Until he doesn't love me anymore
Well he lies in his bed, till the morning light.
And the words that we said, paint his dreams.
I could watch his breathing, far above the clouds where he belongs.
He has just a little darkness in his eyes.
Dirt on his hands, blood on his knees.
He is the fighting kind.
I was just a girl of fourtheen, when he walked into my life.
With his soul on fire, his crazy dreams.
He show me a world, that I'd never seen.
And I can't forget those summerdays together.
And my whole heart is colder now you're gone.
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