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Aug 2010
It’s the little things, it’s the beautiful things,
I can’t have because they’re yours.
It’s your name, it’s this place,
Going through the motions, stopped short by your face.
It’s this **** heart of mine, it doesn’t know that you’re gone,
But you’ve been gone.
There’s a chill in the air, you’re holding on tighter,
I smile, I’m falling in love,
Now you’re screaming goodbye’s, there's tears in my eyes,
I’m numb to the sound.
Riley Wilson
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Riley Wilson
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