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stick to your guns
So rest your head
on my shoulders
and we'll fly away,
but all the while
be tucked in bed.
I'll hold your hand,
and we won't grow old.
We'll get confused
forget who's eyes are who's
what freckles from scars
is this my heart or is this yours?
But if you walk away
I'll fall down
and bleed red as blood,
red as wine.
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