Pocketful of your name
I’ll keep your heart in my hands the place where you first touched me and the place, I’ll always keep close to me. soon I’ll be walking home with your love the night where it’s just you and me and I'm sure
we’re meant to be there will be sidewalk confessions and more to come until the end of us together Hopefully when you think of me and our memories you think of two shadows meeting to dance side by side without any problems carrying along.
The stars will soon remember our names and every small piece to history that carries on right after us.
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