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In your car, you can set the color of the lights. And sometimes we shuffle through all of them at once in a flurry, But pink has always been my favorite. So that night, when we parked a block from my house, and because of my own doubt I cried, and cried, And you held me, and held me, I looked up, and the lights were pink. I asked you why, and you said because they were my favorite of course, And nothing could've ever said I love you louder.
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Nov 24, 2013
Nov 24, 2013 at 8:56 PM UTC
Lights
In your car, you can set the color of the lights. And sometimes we shuffle through all of them at once in a flurry, But pink has always been my favorite. So that night, when we parked a block from my house, and because of my own doubt I cried, and cried, And you held me, and held me, I looked up, and the lights were pink. I asked you why, and you said because they were my favorite of course, And nothing could've ever said I love you louder.
alane
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Nov 24, 2013
Nov 24, 2013 at 8:56 PM UTC
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