that day you almost got caught
for theft
you clasp my hand so tight
and we ran
and ran and ran and ran
until we're out of breath
but i think
what you've stolen that day
wasn't
the pretty music box for your little sister
but instead,
was my heart
Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 2:25 AM UTC
that day you almost got caught
for theft
you clasp my hand so tight
and we ran
and ran and ran and ran
until we're out of breath
but i think
what you've stolen that day
wasn't
the pretty music box for your little sister
but instead,
was my heart
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