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American Radio Runaway Other

The days get shorter here ever since you stole the sun. Put it in your pocket and went down south past the horizon. Bend my fingers back so I'll no

When I go to sleep we both know what that means. I'll have our pictures plastered behind my eyelids. Dreams come like waves of memories and summer

When you leave you're still here with me even though your feet pound the pavement hard is it keeping you up nights is it stopping you from sleeping tight