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I've stowed away everything in boxes and old spaces
Trying to keep my senses
The only place I want to be is listening to Elvis in your front seat
Faking a life in the fifties
It's not that I lied
It's just hard to say that I tried
I just think that it's about time that
I stopped falling for every beautiful set of brown eyes just like your brown eyes
