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Dec 2013
I want to run my hands down the highways of your body
And I want to find all the back roads nobody else knew existed
And maybe
Just maybe
You'll let me heal the car crashes on your skin
And dry the rivers falling from your eyes
I can clear the storm clouds in your head

Because all my maps point to you, dear
And I'd love a chance
To drive my way into your heart

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