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Last night i called your house at ten or twelve past midnight. i couldn't sleep my head was pounding. and i swear to god the rain smells like your bedroom,the cold feel with the fresh air
thinking back when, we could talk all night without running out of stories we could tell.
and the lack of sleep never mattered much
it's the price to pay to feel your touch
do you still get dizzy when you smell my cologne?
If we could run away
find a better place
last call for a change
if we could run...
And the smell of rain just acts as a reminder
and your picture is in my binder, with the letter you sent when you were lonely. i wish that i could stand outside your window, to see if there's a light on, i'd tell you how i wish.
we could change that one moment and we could start again.
If we could run away
find a better place
last call for a change
if we could run...