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 mru

a first slow dance just ends
I was at my best
we ignored the rest
(my band and your friends)
but as better night became best day
we left the party while last records played
what started as dessert back at your house
ended on the couch
hours at your mouth
sunday's on our hands
we followed were it led
I followed you to bed
we started secret plans
forward 7 months: I've only seen you once

I never call on time
trying to seem tough
I said one visit's enough
enough to keep you mine

Making out's enough

We need faster guns

Maybe I could find

Maybe money isn't coming

It'd be nice to just have fun

Maybe married counts as running

Let's run together

I'm going back in time..

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