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We don't have money. We don't have time. But we got miles. Plenty of miles The stars shinned so bright That I had to wear shades at night The taste of happiness was so good too good to be real. Should we get out of here? Let's make the night a little longer, because tomorrow won't bring good. *Others try to trip me up, but you, you made me fall* Baby, why won't you lie? Your timing is just right You're intertwined around my neck Get the hell out here Freezing inside out Let's make the night a little longer, because tomorrow won't bring good Ain't a little better than nothing?
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May 25, 2016
May 25, 2016 at 4:59 PM UTC
Miles
We don't have money. We don't have time. But we got miles. Plenty of miles The stars shinned so bright That I had to wear shades at night The taste of happiness was so good too good to be real. Should we get out of here? Let's make the night a little longer, because tomorrow won't bring good. *Others try to trip me up, but you, you made me fall* Baby, why won't you lie? Your timing is just right You're intertwined around my neck Get the hell out here Freezing inside out Let's make the night a little longer, because tomorrow won't bring good Ain't a little better than nothing?
louise-ruen
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May 25, 2016
May 25, 2016 at 4:59 PM UTC
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