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That night That warm night. He drove at a speed of 142km/h Windows rolled down And the wind carrying all Our pointless words together with it out the window. 'Stop trying to chase Stars' I say.
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Sep 18, 2015
Sep 18, 2015 at 1:22 AM UTC
Indian summer//the doors
That night That warm night. He drove at a speed of 142km/h Windows rolled down And the wind carrying all Our pointless words together with it out the window. 'Stop trying to chase Stars' I say.
mercy-christina
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Sep 18, 2015
Sep 18, 2015 at 1:22 AM UTC
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