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You don't know what love is.
This is what love is:
I'm sleeping in the backseat
as Carter drives us
You don’t know me, you don’t wear my chains.
… I think I need a sunrise. I’m tired of the sunset.
I’d walk the world for her, she couldn’t walk me a mile.
She couldn’t walk me a mile.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map