AndI know it's long gone. And that magic's not here no more. And I might be okay. But I'm not fine at all. 'Cause there we are again on that little town street. You almost ran the red 'cause you were lookin' over at me. Wind in my hair, I was there. I remember it all too well. Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turning red.
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