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Now at 3:25 a.m. All that matters to me Is how your lips would feel If they were slowly dancing with mine How your skin would feel If it were underneath my fingertips And imagining the way your hands Would curl around mine in the dark. At 3:25 a.m. my mornings Used to be dark and lonely Cold and empty. But this is what happens When you fall in love You trade in that loneliness For a garden of daisies Because if they like daisies, you like daisies. And suddenly all that matters Is watering that garden And watching it grow And praying a drought won't appear Because at 3:25 a.m. You're the entire world to me And I don't want it any other way t.n.
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Jul 24, 2014
Jul 24, 2014 at 3:37 AM UTC
3:25 a.m.
Now at 3:25 a.m. All that matters to me Is how your lips would feel If they were slowly dancing with mine How your skin would feel If it were underneath my fingertips And imagining the way your hands Would curl around mine in the dark. At 3:25 a.m. my mornings Used to be dark and lonely Cold and empty. But this is what happens When you fall in love You trade in that loneliness For a garden of daisies Because if they like daisies, you like daisies. And suddenly all that matters Is watering that garden And watching it grow And praying a drought won't appear Because at 3:25 a.m. You're the entire world to me And I don't want it any other way t.n.
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Jul 24, 2014
Jul 24, 2014 at 3:37 AM UTC
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