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by Rachel Aug 5, 2010 category : Sadness, depression / other
I can't do this anymore, I have to get out; There's the door, JUst waiting for me to run through without any doubt. Life would be better if I was just gone, To run away with you; We cold sleep in your car til dawn, And finally get the long car-ride through. And as soon as we get there, We could do whatever we wanted to do; We wouldn't have any other care, Just that I love you.