Find your pace
When I look at you now I see two things
The memory of leaning against you, playing idly with the rings on your fingers
And the lines around your eyes that I see when you’ve been waiting for me to wake
When I look at you now I see two things
The memory of leaning against you, playing idly with the rings on your fingers
And the lines around your eyes that I see when you’ve been waiting for me to wake
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