I want to know your plans, and how involved in them I am.
When you leave for good this fall, will I be forgiven?
And If you want roses, I'll buy a bouquet.
If that just won't cut it, what can I say?
You're what keeps me believing the world's not gone dead.
Strength in my bones and the words in my head.
They pour out to paper, it's all for you
'Cause that'
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