Ever since we said our goodbyes,
the onion rings, the phone makes me cry.
Something isn't right
like the Deep Blue without the Great White.
In the morning open your eyes.
The water falls, the fire flies.
You're an abacus
and my heart was counting on us.
Your hearts got a heavy load.
There's still a long way to go.
Keep your eyes on the road.
Cresent moon
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