I don’t want a purpose
in your life;
I just want to be lost
among your thoughts,
the way you listen to
New York City
when you fall asleep.
Love, Love is A Verb
by Toni! at the disco
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I knew a boy who would not share his bike, oh but he let me go sailing. I swore that I could survive any storm, oh then he let me go
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