Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, but today is a gift — that is why it is called the present.
Even the best fall down sometimes, even the wrong words seem to rhyme.. out of the doubt that fills my mind, i somehow find: you and i collide.
...there’ll be sun sun sun all over our bodies
and sun sun sun all down our necks…
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