our song

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and as the wind
blew through your hair
and your eyes
were pinned on the street
i swore to god
that i never want to forget
this moment,
this feeling,
the way the music made us invincible
so we pressed replay over and over.

and now
as the wind blows through your hair
and your eyes
are pinned on me
i swear to god
that i never want to feel
this way again;
so weak,
so saddened by the way the music
makes me feel even more hurt
so i want our song
to finally be over.

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