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Peter Thomas, Ryland Blackinton
If i could learn to fly
I’d take a trip to your house tonight.
I’d see you turn out the light, stuck on the outside.
Over the boulevard, i guess old habits die kinda hard, but Something about the dark makes me wonder.
What’s it like for you?
There with someone new.
Do they like the view i used to have?
Remember you used to say, “you’d make it to me even if it takes two nights and twenty states, counting the headlights.”
iIm nervous about your heart, i guess old habits die kinda hard, and something about the dark makes me wonder.
What’s it like for you?
There with someone new.
Do they like the view i used to have?
