danistrulytheman

I'm STILL a self confessing, self professing know-it-all, or so I think!


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I can’t fight you anymore, it’s you I’m fighting for

We can’t fall any further
If we can’t feel ordinary love
And we cannot reach any higher
If we can’t deal with ordinary love

Birds fly high in the summer sky
And rest on the breeze
The same wind will take care of you and I
We’ll build our house in the trees

… your heart is on my sleeve

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